bad boys // phan

8; parties and drunk fights

//phil//

"come on curly boy." i say, "the party started an hour ago."

"its not gonna end anytime soon. calm down." he says and walks out the door with me.

"shh- youll wake my parents if youre not quiet." i giggle.

"fuck, im dizzy." he laughs, "maybe we shouldve waited to get high."

"never a bad time to get high." i smile.

"where are you two boys beaded out so late?" my mum asks.

"shit." i whisper, "mum, im going back home."

"be careful, boys. theres a lot of bad people, drugs and drunks." she says, i snicker.

"sorry, sorry. i- im tired. sleep deprived. we should get going." i say.

"bye miss mum." curly hair says.

"youre both sleep deprived. be careful, get rest." she says and we leave.

we laugh and walk to troyes. immediately, we get greeted by bottles of vodka and beer handed to us. five minutes in, we get drunk and separated again. everyone chants for me and another guy to chug then cheers then someone shoves me and everyone starts chanting again but this time for a fight.

"no fighting!" curly boy says, making his way through the crowd and reaches for my arm.

"hold him back!" someone yells and pull him away.

"leave him alone!" i say but am almost certain im slurring too much to be comprehensive and i get pushed back into the circle.

i feel a blow to my face and stomach, my face immediately starts hurting having been bruised for quite some time.

"come on pussy, hit me!" he yells.

i stumble on my feet and throw some punches, not sure where they landed but sure enough that ive hit him. people start chanting louder, not as loud as the music but nearly.

"come on dom!" someone says, "beat his ass!"

"phil, what the fuck are you doing? fight!" someone else yells- is it pj- it sounds like pj.

i hear curly boy yelling to stop but just faintly. more punches are thrown between us and at some point i feel my lip bust. he throw another punch at my and i trip over my feet.

"what the fuck is going on?!" troye yells, the music turns off, everyones still chanting and punches are still being exchanged with two or three sharp pains in my stomach.

i double over at the last sharp pain to my stomach and bring down whatshisname too, trying to get whatever hits i can in there. we get pulled apart and i see that hes just as bloodied as i am. someone turns the music back on, then its off again.

"let him go and leave." troye says to the person holding curly boy then turns to whoever was fighting me "you leave too."

troye whispers something to curly boy and leaves. curly boy takes me upstairs to the third floor. the music gets fainter and everything else gets blurrier.

"are you okay?" he asks.

"that fucker stabbed me." i say and clutch my stomach.

i trip over my feet a few times but we make it to the bathroom.

"shit. shit, shit. uh- dont panic, fuck. okay. youll be okay." he says, "hold this against your stomach."

i take my shirt off to not get it even dirtier and hold the towel against my stomach. everythings spinning and i giggle.