Adumbrate || Phan

Malignity

Hey! So, I thought I'd try out a new writing style. It's probably gonna suck and I'm gonna give up on it after one chapter, but I just thought I'd try it. So yah I don't really know what I'm doing with this story atm but just give it a read and tell me what you think! Enjoy! :)
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Hello again, I've been reading through this and my grammar truly was awful and I apologise for using the incorrect 'too/to's' but I can't be arsed to change it now. It improves after the first four chapters I promise lol, enjoy :p
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He glanced across the crowded room. There were many things to focus on.
People dancing.
People drinking.
The fact that a (rather expensive looking) vase had just smashed into a million pieces on the floor.
But no, he could only keep his attention on one person.
The ebony haired boy across the room.
The one wearing the lion tshirt.
The same boy who right at this moment was chatting up some drunk girl.
He watched as his eyes sparkled every time he laughed.
He watched his soft lips every time he took a swig of beer.
He didn't know what it was, but he simply couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off him.
"YO, DAN MA MAN." Dan turned around at the sound of his name, to be greeted by a slurring, tripping Chris.
Chris was Dan's best friend, and he was the one who had convinced him to come to this party. Chris only wanted to go because he liked some girl there and wanted to get with her. He had told Dan he needed a 'wingman', but (as predicted) ditched him five minutes into the party.
"Hey Chris," Dan said, laughing slightly at his current state. Chris wrapped his arm around Dan's shoulders and leant on him. "You found your girl?"
Chris cringed at Dan's words.
"Well yeah, but yanno she isn't all that great I wasn't even that into her, I mean I'm a free stallion, i gotta g-"
"She didn't want anything to do with you?"
"Nope, nothing at all." Chris sighed and Dan laughed at his confession. "What's wrong with me man? Why do none of these girls want nothing to do with me? It's like my aftershave is like girl repellent or something."
"Oh, Chris. You can't blame it all on your perfume. I'm pretty sure your personality chipped in there a bit too."
Chris playfully punched Dan, but ended up nearly falling over as he was basically too drunk to stand.
Dan decided Chris should have a sit down for a couple of minutes.
They both sat on the leather sofa together. Chris put his hand on Dan's lap.
"So, you seen anyone you like the look of? What about blondie over there?" Chris said, gesturing to a tall, slim girl with pretty green eyes and long, bleach blonde curly hair. Dan made an 'eh' sound.
"None of these girls are really my type, you know?"
'That's because girls aren't really my type' he thought to himself.
Chris raised an eyebrow at him.
"What, young, slim, attractive girls who are all around your age and are basically all single?" Dan shrugged. "Are you high?"
"Well, if you like the girls here so much, why aren't you talking to one right now?" Dan asked.
That shut up him.
Dan still hadn't come out as gay to.. well.. anyone. He still wasn't 100% sure himself. But even if he was, he was not anywhere near ready to tell anyone about it.
Instead of dwelling on this, he decided to turn his head back to the lion shirt guy, and instantly regretted it as he witnessed him sticking his tongue down the easy girl's throat.
Ew.
It wasn't even a nice kiss.
They looked like they were trying to grab each other's tonsils.
"Wait, hey Dan, what are you drinking?" Chris asked.
"Coke." Dan replied simply. The boy next to him groaned.
"Ugh, no wonder you are being so sarcastic and boring, you haven't had a drop of alcohol!" He exclaimed. Dan shook his head.
"I can't drink, I'm driving home you idiot," he said shaking his head. He then dropped his tone of voice to a whisper. "Anyway, you know what I get like when I have too much to drink."
"What fun and easygoing?" Chris asked indignantly.
"No, rude and outrageous. And I always end up breaking things." Dan said, shaking his head at previous awkward drunk experiences.
"Come on, one beer. It won't do any harm. Please? For me? It'll make you feel better too." Chris pleaded. Dan rolled his eyes and eventually gave in.
"FINE. Just one. That's it, okay?" He said.
"Yeah yeah, the drinks tables in the kitchen. Have fun, I'm gonna go chat up that sex-eeeee lass over there."
Chris really did say the most embarrassing things when he was drunk. Dan just rolled his eyes and got up from the sofa, and opened the door to the kitchen. It was so much more quiet in there, away from the hussle and bussle of the party. He walked up to a table and saw what selection there was.
The answer was not very much.
But underneath there was a box of Budweiser, which he took a bottle from. He went to look for the bottle opener, when he realised someone was in the room with him. And from the sound of it, they were using it.
"Erm, excuse me, could I borrow that please?" He asked innocently.
A tall, ebony haired boy turned round to face him, and gave him a small, lazy smile.
"Sure," he slurred and clumsily passed the metal contraption to Dan. He thanked him and opened his beer. The ebony haired boy didn't take his eyes off Dan once. Dan looked back up at him, to be greeted by a pair of piercing blue eyes, so beautiful and clear. Dan stared in awe for a few moments before snapping out of it and smiling at the boy.
"I'm Dan," he said sticking out his hand.
"Phil." The boy replied, shaking it in return. "Hey Dan, do you smoke?"
He produced a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and stuck one between his lips.
"Ermm, no I don't." He replied bluntly.
Smoking usually was a major turnoff for him. But on this guy, it was kind of hot.
Phil just shrugged.
"Okay kiddo, see you around." He said, and started to walk out the door.
"Kiddo?" Dan asked, eyebrow raised, a tone of annoyance in his voice.
"Yeah, I mean how old are you? 15?" Phil asked, an amused smile on his face.
"17. Anyway, you don't look more than a year older than me." Dan said, slightly put out at Phil's statement.
The other boy laughed at Dan's words.
"Not quite, I'm 21. And technically, it's illegal for you to be drinking this," Phil grabbed Dan's beer and put it down on the counter. "And I'm glad you don't smoke, wouldn't want to damage your young, pure lungs. Oh, and that it's also illegal." Phil could tell he was getting to Dan by the screwed up look on his face. This just amused Phil even more. Dan grabbed the beer off the side with a tight grip, his fist clenched, and took a massive swig from it. He gave Phil dagger eyes.
"Stop patronising me." He growled. Phil was taken aback by Dan's sudden change of tone, but kept the same smug smile on his face.
That smile made Dan bubble with anger inside and, without thinking, snatched the cigarette from Phil's mouth. He walked out into the back garden, feelings Phil's eyes on him, not sure what to do next. He was aware of the boys slow footsteps behind him.
"Go on then, smoke it." He said, whispering into the back of Dan's neck (the most sensitive part of his body). "I dare you."
Dan wasn't sure whether it was the strong stench of alcohol on the boys breath, or the feeling of hot air on his neck, but something made his insides churn and make him feel sick to the bone.
"Fine." Dan mumbled. Phil chuckled to himself and passed Dan the lighter. Dan shakily put the disgusting thing between his teeth.
He pressed the top of the lighter and a tall, orange flame burst out.
It wavered from side to side in the cool nighttime breeze.
He brought the light closer and closer to his mouth, still seeing Phil's smug face out of the corner of his eye.
He was about to light the cigarette when-
"PHIL WHAT -THE HELL- ARE YOU DOING." Both of the boy's heads jerked around to see a tall guy with curly brown hair at the door of the house. Phil sighed and rolled his eyes, still smiling.
"Just watching this young man throw his life away as he gives away his health and money to these disgusting tubes of death." He said, taking away the cigarette and lighter from Dan, lighting it, and then starting to smoke it himself. "What about you?"
The other boy looked infuriated. He looked from Dan to Phil, from Phil too Dan.
"Phil." The boy said, looking straight at him, eyes icy cold.
"Peej." Phil mimicked him, keeping the same smug smile on his face. It seemed to be a permanent structure. The curly haired boy just rolled his eyes and grabbed Dan's arm, pulling him back into the house.
Dan was still confused about the whole endeavour, and wasn't quite sure what was happening, so he just went along with it. As he was dragged back, he saw Phil's face turn from smug to quite sad looking. He inhaled a massive amount of smoke and looked up to the moon, sighing and letting the smoke be released.
What was that boys deal?
The curly haired boy brought Dan into the kitchen and stood him straight.
"I am so sorry. He isn't always like that I swear, or else I wouldn't be his friend. He can just be such a douchebag sometimes. I really am sorry, I can't believe he did that too you. Are you okay?" The curly haired boy asked, looking straight into Dan's eyes. Dan stared right back into them, getting lost in the deep emerald of them, looking like they were never ending. Full of wonders and magical ideas. He just nodded in response. "I'm PJ. Peej for short."
"I'm Dan." Dan replied, smiling.
"I really am sorry about Phil." He said again.
"It's totally okay, not your fault. It was mine for going along with it," Dan said guiltily. "I get angry a lot quicker than most people." He scratched the back of his head and looked to the floor. Peej nodded and smiled in an understanding way.
"Who you here with?" Peej asked.
"Erm," Dan scanned around the room, suddenly spotting Chris stood on the dining table, twerking. "Unfortunately, him." Dan said, pointing to the butt wiggling idiot who was his best friend. Peej looked to where Dan was pointing and started laughing hysterically. He then tilted his head to the side and smiled a little.
Cute.
When the Miley Cyrus track was skipped, Chris finished his little performance, went to get off the table and spotted Dan. He started waving manically and suddenly lost his balance, falling flat on his face. Dan gasped and sprinted up to him.
"Chris, oh my god, are you okay?" He shouted above the loud music. Chris just laughed and laughed.
"Thas gun hurd in de morning." He slurred giggling. Dan smiled at him.
He was completely off his face.
"Come on Chris we're going." Dan said, practically picking him up off the floor, and placing him on his feet. Chris was about to protest, when he saw PJ's worried filled eyes to his left.
"Who dis?" Chris slurred, looking PJ up and down.
"This is Peej. Peej, Chris." Dan introduced them both impatiently. "Now let's go."
The two boys continued to stare at each other.
Curiosity and wonder filling PJ's eyes.
Whilst Chris was just trying to focus on not seeing PJ double.
"Chris lets go. Now." Dan whined, pulling on Chris's arm.
"Wait, Dan, weren't you drinking beer out there?" PJ asked.
"Erm, yeah. I only had one though."
"No. You're not drink driving, I don't care if you only had the one. Come on I'll take you home, this party sucks anyway." PJ said, pulling his keys out his pocket. Dan was about to protest but, to be honest, he really couldn't be bothered. He just linked arms with Chris and dragged him along with him.