truth or dare // phan au

eighty-two

pjs pov
"oh. my. god," i giggle, "i am SO high right now!"
"uh, yea. smoking a bunch shit you've never even heard of will do that to ya," chris pats my back.
chris is sitting on my right, rowan on my left. the three of us are sitting on the floor of chris's kitchen. his cousin gave him a bunch of different foreign drugs last week as a graduation present. what an amazing gift.
"thank you, mikey!" chris shouts with laughter. mikey is his cousins name.
"oh man, how you feelin' peej?" chris asks me.
"fucking fantastic!" i laugh.
"i dunno, chris, he doesn't look too good," rowan looks at me wearily. 
"do- don't worry, rowan, i'm good. really good," my response is obviously not very reassuring because he says;
"dude, you're a terrible liar," rowan laughs breathily. their laugh is nice. 
i start to laugh hysterically. i just keep laughing and laughing and laughing.
"I FEEL FUCKING GREATTTT!" i exclaim.
now rowan is telling me to slow down, so i don't get hurt or overdose or anything, but their words are just little whispers.
i'm on a rocket ship. it's big and spacious. i'm flying through the galaxy, going to planets without names, stopping along the way to meet crazy creatures that are all the colors of the rainbow who speak languages i'm not sure even exist on earth. it's absolutely insane and wonderful.
but i'm all alone.
there's no chris. no rowan. no dan.
i'm alone.
suddenly, my wonderful little world disappears, and i'm back on the floor. there are people around me, but i still feel so alone.
"pj," rowans shaking my arm. "hey, dude? you okay?"
i don't respond for a few seconds. i'm not sure how to.
"oh, uh, sorry. i'm uh- i'm good. fine." the words sound fake and meaningless. i'm not okay. i'm really not.
i need to call dan. i need to talk to him.

a/n: halloweens in 2 days!!!!!