Playing With Fire || d.h

13. Morning Bitches

Your POV

The next week goes by like a blur.

I'm finally starting to get into the swing of things. PJ is still staying with Dan and Phil, and Dodie's over almost everyday. I've seen Samantha come in and out of Dan's apartment a few times, so I guess they're officially a thing. Not that I would know for sure, as I still haven't had a chance to talk to Dan. Phil promises me he's not avoiding me, but I think he's only saying that for my own well-being. I don't know what to really think, so I just try to ignore it. I know this can't last forever, considering the fact that I'm in his apartment almost more than I'm in my own, but I decide I'll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, everything seems to be at a standstill.

I've uploaded a few videos, and since I've moved here, somehow gained over 75,000 subscribers. I haven't posted anything about my relationship with PJ, nor being friends with Dan, Phil or Dodie. I'm not prepared for whatever reaction would come with that.

It's around eleven at night, and Phil, Pj, Dodie and I are all sitting in Phil's lounge, drinking wine and playing Cards Against Humanity. I can't help but remember the last time I played this, when I first met PJ. It feels like forever ago when Dan and I were almost best friends, and almost surreal at how fast something like that can just crumble apart.

Speaking of Dan, I hear the front door open, along with the drunken laughs and slurred speech of two people. I made a point of not coming over until he and Samantha had left for a date, as I got an extremely negative aura every time I was in the same room as her.

They both come stumbling into the lounge, and it takes Dan a few seconds to realize we're here.

"Oh... hey," he garbles slowly. It's the first time I've really gotten a good look at him since that fight, and even though it's been a few days, his nose is swollen to almost twice it's original size, and there's a prominent bruise covering about a fourth of his face. I never noticed how hard PJ must have really hit him. It's still hard for me to decide whether or not he really deserved it.

Samantha's chuckling to herself, completely unaware of what's going on around her. While Dan may be drunk, she's completely wasted.

"I'll... be in your room, whenever you'd like to join me," she slurs, giving me a bad taste in my mouth as she sashays away.

Dan is still standing in the entryway, obviously in some sort of confused state.

"You okay there, bud?" PJ asks, standing up. Dan comes to his senses, and backs up a step, using the arch of the doorway to support himself.

"Yeah... fine..." he replies. He stares perplexedly at PJ for another three seconds, then stumbles away in the direction Samantha went.

"Okay, then," mumbles PJ to no one in particular, and sits back in his seat. I pick my wine glass off the coffee table and down it in one go.

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The smell of greasy breakfast wafts around the kitchen as I stand frying bacon, the warm morning sun glowing on my face. I'm humming the Criminal Minds theme song when I startle as the fridge door opens behind me.

"What does a girl gotta do to get a good morning drink around here?" I hear Samantha's thin voice whine behind me. She then comes to the counter next to me, and grabs a bottle of Kuhlúa off the alcohol rack. In the corner of my eye, I see she's dressed in black boyshorts and a low cut, fitted tank top. Even if she's only just woken up, her blonde curls have a wind blown messiness to them, and her skin glows as the sunlight shines on the high points of her face. I feel like a turd standing next to her in an oversized sweater, Batman pajama bottoms, and my hair thrown in a messy bun.