youth

thirty three ; real life

don't normally do perspectives because I prefer third person when narrating

>mabel's perspective<

waking up to the unfamiliar bedsheets sprawled across me and the faint scent of men's cologne reminded me of last night. i felt a lot safer than when I did before I got on that train to meet dan. i glanced at my surrounding, my eyes landing on a note with a vase of flowers, neatly resting in the ceramic pot.

mabel
im sorry phil and I aren't here this morning. we had a meeting to go to and i forgot to tell you last night.
<3

sighing, I brushed myself off whilst standing up. the creme carpet was warm and soft under my feet as i walked around dan's bed. the door creaked open and i wandered down the lonesome halls. the wallpaper was torn at random spots, revealing a much darker colour beneath. my hair was tangled and messy, but at this point i really wasnt bothered.

clicking the plasti down, a blue light shone through, signalling the kettle was boiling the water. i grabbed a pristine white mug and shoved a decaffeinated tea bag into it, followed by three heaped spoons of sugar. my finger drummed impatiently against the marble counter top.

the hot mug of tea sat between my skinny legs, a clean macbook sat to my left. it was playing a random video of dan's. i was mindlessly sat watching the rain outside pour down, with the muffled voice of dan's consistantly going into one ear and coming out the other. it had been a few hours since dan and phil had left for their meeting.

 as i was so out of it, the door to their apartment clicked open. dan and phil slung their shoes messily to the side, hanging their coats up on the wall-mounted rack. "hey" dan uffed as the sofa i sat on dipped. gazing over to dan, my eyes dropped but opened suddenly, realising who was here.

"hey." i mumbled. dan laughed softyl before placing an arm delicately around my waist and pulling me close to his body.

"someone's tired"

"shut up" i leaned my head against his shoulder in an attempt to make him be quiet. this only made dan hold me closeer to his torso. "clingy much" a laugh escaped my chapped lips after saying this. phil entered the room with timid eyes and two hot cups of steaming tea. dan and phil exchanged smiles. 

dan and i sat in the same position for the remaining hours of the day. there wasn't much of a conversaton between us. it was a silence that was craved.