"Its a little bit funny," dan sings loudly while sipping his cocktail, lazily swings his legs over the couch armrest.
"I'm not one of those, who can. Easily hide," he swings his drink in the air and giggles when some of it spills on his shirt.
"Can you shut up? I'm trying to study for gods sake!" Adriana calls from her room upstairs and slams the door shut before hearing his answer.
"I DON'T HAVE MUCH MONEY BUUT, BOY IF I DID! I'D BUY A BIG HOUSE WHERE, WE BOTH COULD LIVE!" Dan shouted the next lyrics and got up to dance with his drink, not too long after that Adriana came barreling down the stairs with a backpack and her textbooks.
"And wheeeere do you think you're going, my young sister?"
"Fuck you.IIt's none of your business, it's not like you care anyways," she says- anger dripping from her words.
Dan empties his drink, "what's wrong with you this morning?"
Adriana opens the door and turns to look at him, " its fucking ten in the morning Dan! Ask me what's wrong when you pur down the fucking glass and are sober you dickwad!"
She slams the door behind her and Dan giggles to himself, "dickwad."
He says his hips as he walks to the kitchen and puts himself another drink and heads back to the living room- where he sees Adriana walking across the road with some leather clad man.
The man walks around his car and Dan is finally greeted with the new face of Phil Lester.
And god damn, he loved it.
He watched as they both got into the car and drove away and then he slunk down on the couch beside him. He quickly downed his drink- immune to the burning liquid. And let tears fall as he whisper-sang.
"And you can tell everybody.....that this is your song. It may be quite simple but, now that its done..."
His tears hit his shirt heavily and he holds back a sob, he doesnt even know why hes crying- yet here he is.
Well he does know why. And he cant believe he let himself cry over it again. Phil was supossed to be gone, forever. Dan was supossed to be able to get over him- or die trying. He was supposed to be able to drink himself to sleep and forget about Phil Lester's face.
But things dont always work out.
"I hope you don't mind....I hope you dont mind...that I put down in words," he cries while holding his cup tightly.
Stupid Phil.
"How wonderful life is...when you're in the world."
He finally let's out a loud sob, then tears fall faster and soon enough he's in his bed- crying into his pillow. He doesnt know how long hes been there or, how many gallons of tears hes cried. But he does know that he heard the front door slam and few feet climbing the stairs.
He knows that Adriana would have more sense than to bring Phil here, but when he hears laughter from her room and knows for a fact that it's Phil's he heard the loudest. So he gets up, and goes to his bathroom- filling the tub with water and he sits in it. Soaking.
Theres no noise but the noise that goes on within his mind. Begging him to go downstairs to get a drink- wanting so badly for him to stay drunk. But he can't. He doesnt want this, he doesnt even know how this happened.
But here he is. An alcoholic- struggling. Not even there for his sister who needs him. He knows it. It's funny how you can be totally consumed by something and forget about things that used to make you completely happy- that doesnt happen all the time though.
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Alcoholics Anonymous | phan |
FanfictionPhil Lester has been a mess since he left his home town, his star quarterback days are long gone- leading him to find some sort of peace at the bottom of a bottle. But when his mother dies, he finds himself back where he grew up- wanting to be his o...
