Hours later
I slowly wake up on the couch with an arm snaked around me. I take a glance at Phil sleeping. He looks so peaceful.. I don't want to wake him.
My eyes slowly start to close my eyes again until I realized something.... Holy fuck, Dan! You fell asleep while snuggling your new roommate! He's probably weirded out now, way to go you screw up!
"WOAH! What is going on in here?" Chris says barging into the lounge. Phil jolts up wide awake, slowly processing what just happened. "Oh. Did I wake you?" Chris asks. We both sat awkwardly close to each other. "Well, that was quite a sight! Did anything spicy happen last night while I was sleeping?" He questions wiggling his eyebrows.
I threw a pillow at him and jumped up from the couch. They both start laughing. Damn, Phil's laugh is so cute-ugh! Stop!
I slowly walk into the kitchen looking at what I can make for breakfast. "Hey, do you guys want pancakes?" They both nod happily.
30 minutes later, the pancakes are done and I bring out syrup and butter. We all sat quietly and ate. The tension in the air was slowly driving me mad. It wasn't like this last night. Maybe it's because we just woke up or... that other thing...
"You guys didn't answer my question earlier." Chris states out of nowhere. "What?" Phil and I ask in unison. "Did anything happen last night?" "Ugh! I thought you were joking! Isn't it obvious that nothing happened?" I snap, making Chris and Phil's eyes widen.
Everything was quiet once again. Oh no.. did I do something wrong? I take another bite of a pancake until I start coughing again. Why now?
I rush to the washroom.
Choke the flowers out.
Cry like a pussy-whipped-bitch.
And leave like nothing happened.
Just like how it always goes.
I come back into the kitchen and finish my food. "Dan? Can I ask you something?" Phil starts. I hum in approval. "Why do you always run to the washroom?" My palms start sweating (knees weak, arms are heavy).
"Uh-well- you see..I um.", Then Chris chimes in,"Oh, he's been a little sick lately, but it's nothing." Thank god for Chris! what would I do without him?
We all put our empty plates in the sink and I insist on doing the dishes. It's been awfully quiet today. I wonder why. It could be anything! I sigh put the dishes away to dry.
why is Phil still here?
He should've left at the beginning because of me. Like almost everyone in my life does.
•A/N: hello again! Kay here with another crappy written chapter made by moi! Please leave any questions, concerns, or criticism in the comments, We'd be happy to reply!
