Interior Design (Phan)

Height Order

(Warnings: improper use of italics, and probably spelling errors. Word count: 2618)

*Wednesday Morning, Phil's Point Of View*

        God knows what time it is, probably noon. Maybe I just won't go to work today. By now Dan's most likely left for the day, leaving me here alone. But of course, I wouldn't know, would I? My phone is downstairs on the coffee table, where Dan put it yesterday. I guess I should get up, at least make myself some toast and put on some half-decent clothes, even if they are Dan's. 

        My feet felt like lead balloons tied to helplessly flimsy toothpicks as I made my way downstairs. Yep, never drinking again. 

        Much to my surprise, Dan was still here. Coffee in one hand, and loading the dishwasher with the other. I checked the time on the microwave clock, and I was genuinely surprised it was only half eight in the morning. I checked once more just to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. 

"Hey Phil, sleep well?" Dan asked, directing my attention away from my peanut butter toast. 

"Yeah, real great. Yours?" 

"Better than yours apparently, I heard you in my bathroom last night." I instantly blushed out of embarrassment, I knew I was being loud but I didn't think I was being that loud. But I guess puking is puking, and I can't control the volume. Sorry if that was more descriptive than you had hoped. 

        I just awkwardly cleared my throat, as you do, and continued to spread the peanut butter on my slightly-overcooked potato bread. What the hell even is potato bread? It's a bread wanna-be, that's what. 

        I ate my toast in silence, with Dan on the other side of the table. At least, until he spoke up. 

"So, how's the internship treating you?" 

"Pretty well, except I hate a lot of the people who already work there. I don't know why, they are just insanely obnoxious."

"Yeah, I get how you feel. How do you feel about the work load?"

"It's average, pretty much just as expected."

"Yeah, same."

        I nodded, not really knowing how to continue the conversation. 

"Gonna finish that toast, or just stare at me the whole time? I don't know about you, but Iv'e got a job to attend to."

        I instantly blushed (again) and gobbled up the rest of my toast. 

        Around 9am, the both of us left his flat. The walk today was just like last time, except for once in my life I spoke up. 

"Hey Dan, how do you think your going to beat me to the top?" 

"You mean, 'bop to the top'?" 

"Haha, very funny Daniel. But seriously."

"Well, I was going to start with making you fall in love with me, then I was going to have sex with you to seal the deal. And right while I was inside of you, and you are about to release, I'd say, 'Phil, I love you, drop out of the internship, will you'? That's my plan." He laughed, I slapped him across the face.

"Are you serious! I'm not doing tha-"

"Shit Phil, I was just kidding. I'd never sleep with you." 

        And that was that. A lull in the conversation that followed us to the company's building. Whenever I caught up with Dan's footstep pattern, he'd move a little bit faster. I think he was playing that game I used to play on the swings with my friend Jerry, If your swings were at the same height, and you swung in unison, you were "married," so to speak.