Adumbrate || Phan

Temerarious

The rest of the story is going to be from Dan's pov :)

Enjoy!

The car journey home was silent but not in the slightest bit awkward. PJ was one of those people who you just feel instantly comfortable with, you know? Like, it's just something about him that just makes you feel so relaxed and you find yourself immediately warming up to him.

Some people got a little bit too relaxed and ended up vomiting all over the backseat of his car.

"It wasn't my fault, I couldn't help it! Anyway, better out than in, amiright?" Chris had protested to me the next morning.

"That rule only applies when you're letting out a small burp, not when you're projectile vomiting all over, basically a complete strangers, leather seat in his expensive looking car." I said back to him, flicking him in the head.

Chris groaned loudly and put his head in his hands.

"Ugh, I know. But it's not like we're ever going to see him again, right?" I giggled slightly and took a large gulp of my coffee. "What?" Chris said, annoyance flickering in his tone of voice.

"Well, that wasn't quite what your attitude was last night," I said, widening my eyes and continuing to sip my beverage. He flashed me a puzzled look. "You exchanged numbers and you're meeting up tomorrow."

He nearly fell out of his chair.

"What? But I vomited in his expensive car, why would he, I, but, why would he want to meet up with me after that?!" He said, completely bewildered. I perched on the chair next to him of my parent's dining room table.

"Maybe he likes you," I said, nudging him, laughing slightly. Chris twisted his lips in a disgusted manor.

"Ew, what, dude, I'm not gay. Was I giving off gay vibes? Oh god, maybe I was, do you think he's gay? He's probably not. But then why would he want to meet up with me? He's probably just annoyed and is going to ask for money to clean his car. Yeah, that'll be it, he's not gay. Right? Oh no, I don't want to be mixed up in that. Dan help!" He whined, prodding me with the end of his fork.

"Why would I be any help?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yanno, you swing that way, right?" He said casually.

My heart started beating so rapidly I felt it throbbing to the tips of my fingers.

I started to sweat slightly.

I automatically started biting my lip, one of my worst 'nervous habits'.

How did he know?

Was I that obvious?

I thought I was pretty subtle but..

Oh god, why did he have to say that?!

What was I supposed to say to that?

How could I say I was if I wasn't even sure myself?

I had two options:

1. Be honest with your best friend and get your deepest secret off your chest.

2. Be a coward and, once again, lie.

And, of course, me being Dan Howell, the option I went for was pretty obvious.

"What?! Me? Oh god, no! No way! No homo howell, hahahaha." I said, trying very, very hard to defend myself.

I truly was the worlds worst liar.

Chris just gave me a look which was to say 'really?', but he just responded with:

"Oh kaay." And continued to eat his toast, lost in thought.