truth or dare // phan au

eighty

pj's pov

"chris!" i call out my friends name. "chris! dude! where the hell are you?"

i'm at one of his friends houses. i'm not completely sure why i'm here. i guess i jut wanted to spite dan, yknow? i love him, but sometimes it's like i'm absolutely nothing to him. i just get a little pissed sometimes, but that's understandable, right?

i'm wasted. but compared to others *cough chris cough*, i'm just a little tipsy. i continue to call his name, but it seems to be useless. i can't see him and i'm starting to feel a little dizzy and nauseous so i head to the bathroom.

i tap my knuckles against the door softly, checking to see if its empty.

"ello?" a voice says from inside.

"sorry, just gotta piss," i answer. i start to turn to walk away but i hear the door unlock.

"hey, man," a familiar guy steps out. i can't quite place him...

"uh..."

"rowan." he sticks his hand out to shake my hand.

"pj."

"i know, i've seen you around," he confesses.

he smiles and i smile back. he's quite cute. he has wavy, soft looking, brownish hair that goes just past his shoulders. i hold myself back from touching it.

we get talking. we talk about things we like. he likes pasta, but hates it in spaghetti form, "looks like worms" he says. he likes sports, but hates watching them.
"it's just so much better to actually play than to watch it on the television, you know?"
he and i have a lot in common. we both love making short films about random shit that no one else really understands. and we both love cartoons and all sorts of art.
he's great. interesting. different.
my phone buzzes beside me while i talk to this perfect being.

chris waddles over to us.

"hey, chris!"

"who- whom- who's that?" he giggles.

"this is rowan. he's-"

"they. please" rowan says.

"huh?" i'm confused.

"you, uh, said 'he', i go by 'they'." they smile.

"oh, sorry." i quickly try to get that through my drunken mind. they not he. they not he. they not he. got it.

"it's okay. you didn't know." they reply.

"uh. right. so-" chris has waddled someplace else. "ah, fuck where's he gone off to now?"

my phone buzzes wildly against my hip. i pull it out and put it on silent. jesus, dan is relentless.

"so, tell me more about yourself, rowan."

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hours later, i'm making out with rowan.

i didn't mean for this to happen, but i'm kinda really fucking glad it did.

this is fantastic, much better than dan. shit.

i forgot about dan. shit shit shit.

i pull my lips away from the beautiful being in front of me and apologize.

"sorry, i gotta go."

"huh? where?" their brows furrow in confusion.

"uh, bathroom. i'll be back in a bit."

i run to the nearest restroom and throw the door open and immediately rush to the toilet.
i'm vomiting everywhere.
it's all over my shirt, shoes, everything.

what have i done? what the hell did i just do?

i pull my phone out, fuck. dan sent a bunch of messages and called at least 20 times.

i quickly press the 'call back' button. it rings, and rings, and rings.

"pick up, pick up, cmon!" i beg quietly.

my fingers are tapping the sides of my phone impatiently, eagerly waiting for him to answer.

eventually, he picks up.

"dan?" i say quietly, and then again, just a bit louder. "dan?"

"peej..."

"okay, i have to be honest with you." words spill out of my mouth like water through a broken dam.
"i met this guy who isn't actually a guy, but not a female either, they're non binary, i believe. their name is rowan. me and rowan talked a lot about things we have in common and things we don't. they like a lot of the shit i like, like cartoons and art and stuff you've never even listened to me talk about. and they're just really cool and nice and... and... we made out. i'm so sorry, dan, i'm so sorry. i don't know why i did it. i just, i kissed them, and they kissed me. and i-i fucked up-"

i stop, he's crying.

"dan?"

"goodbye, pj." he hangs up.

i sigh. well. i guess that's over.
that will be something that sober me can cry about. drunk me is going to go party a bit more.

a/n: i only have three days left of summer and i'm really not ready to go back to hell