The Way He Looks

The Way He Looks- Chapter 14

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So, I didn't write for the first few days of the break since I was a bit busy but I'm determined to finish this story with the amount of time I have left. Anyways, Merry (late) Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanza/whatever else there is and happy (early) new year, here's chapter fourteen of The Way He Looks for you guys!

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Phil woke up, feeling very out of place. He was much closer to the window and he was practically naked, only his underwear on. This was not where he remembered his bed being and this is definitely not the clothing he remembered usually sleeping in. In fact, this wasn’t the bed he took in the first place, it was Dan’s.

He began to push himself up, immediately falling back down as a raging pain coursed through his head. He groaned and shut his eyes, rubbing his head. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head and curled into a ball. And, just as he was about to go back to sleep, he heard someone clear his throat.

“Hey,” Dan mumbled, rubbing his head as Phil struggled to roll back over. Phil simply groaned in reply, letting Dan know he was not in the state to talk. “I’ll get you some water,” Dan shook his head before heading off to the tiny kitchen of the room.

Phil watched as he got a glass out of the cupboard and poured water into it. He was shirtless, only black pajama pants on. Though it wasn’t by much, he definitely was more covered up than Phil. Phil continued to gaze at his bare, tanned torso before he realized how stupid he must’ve looked and turned his head towards the ceiling.

Dan came back to Phil with a glass of water and two pills he must’ve found in one of the drawers in the kitchen. “This should make you feel a bit better,” Dan handed him the cup and pills before tossing on a shirt, unfolding his walking stick, and heading out the room, “I’m going to get breakfast downstairs.”

Once the door shut and Phil took in both pills and the entire glass of water, he forced himself out of the bed and into the bathroom. Phil figured the room he got assigned to must’ve been a couple’s suite because there were two showers, separated by glass.

He stripped the only thing he had on and hopped into one of the showers, making sure the water was a good temperature before letting it hit his skin. He smiled as the warm water rushed over his head and down his back. He rushed his fingers through his wet hair, his fingers freezing still right when the memories came in.

He remembered him being in Carrie’s room, her roommate off somewhere else. He was leaning his back against her bed and she had her head in his lap, both of them sipping sloppily for the second bottle of wine she somehow managed to get. They mumbled nonsense that he couldn’t grasp but they both laughed at every sound that came from each other’s mouths.

And, right after that memory ended, the next one puzzled in. He remembered Carrie falling half asleep as they both struggled to get her into her bed, both of them stumbling from side to side as the room around them spun. Phil then kissed her lazily on the lips before staggering from her room and into his.

Once he got to his room, he saw Dan curled up in his bed. He began to walk towards him, being too drunk to realize his bed was in the way and falling onto it. He laughed to himself as he adjusted himself onto his bed and watched the room spin.

Dan suddenly gasped and he looked over to see him sitting up, breathing heavily. “Dan?” he slurred as he watched him relax from his sudden alert position. “Sorry,” the boy muttered, “Just had a bad dream.” Phil stayed silent, continuing to watch Dan fall back onto his pillow and roll over.

Next thing he knew, he was at the foot of Dan’s bed, lifting his covers and crawling in next to him. He wrapped his arms around him and within seconds he was asleep.

Phil snapped out of his thoughts and shut off the water, not bothering to wash himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out into the room to find Dan spread out on his bed, head face towards the ceiling. “Feel any better?” he asked, not sounding very interested.

“A little,” Phil picked out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie from his drawer, “Though this is still probably one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had.” He walked into the bathroom, quickly changing into the clothing and heading back into the room, spreading out onto his bed.

Phil looked over at Dan and saw that he was not paying any mind to him. He waited for Dan to say something but he didn't move an inch. He suddenly groaned and sat up to face Dan.

“Why are you acting like this Dan?” Phil asked, sounding frustrated. In all honesty, he did know why Dan was acting this way, and he wasn’t surprised. He kissed the boy and then ran off, not calling him back and completely shutting him out.

Dan sighed before getting up and guiding himself to sit by Phil. “It’s just ever since that party at Carrie’s, I feel like I fucked up even more with PJ,” he explained and Phil bit his tongue to keep himself from sighing in relief. “What happened?” he questioned, though he knew exactly what went on.

“PJ pulled me out of the house when I was just getting involved and we got into a big fight,” Dan kept it short as Phil noticed he didn’t mention any kissing. Maybe he had forgotten about the kiss and Phil could just move his way around this.

“Oh, Dan,” Phil placed his hand on Dan’s back, “I’m sure PJ doesn’t hate you or anything. You’ve been friends for so long, it’s pretty much impossible for him to hate you.” Dan sighed and nodded, “Did you talk to him that night?"

Phil thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders. “I honestly don’t remember anything from that party,” he lied, “I was so drunk.” He watched as Dan’s expression fell for a second and looked away. “I’m kind of having the same thing right now,” he piled up another lie, “I have no memory of yesterday.”

“You know what,” Dan spoke up, “I think I’m going to come with you to every party just to make sure you don’t get shit faced like you did last night.” Phil scoffed lightly, a small smile on his lips before patting Dan on the back hesitantly.

“On the bright side, I started the project,” Dan changed subjects, “I’m pretty much done with my half of it and I can help you out with yours.” Phil smiled as he felt the tension between both of them leave the room. “Oh my God, I almost forgot about the damn thing,” he laughed, “Yeah, your help will do us both a favor.” And, just like that, everything was solved between him and Dan and the two of them were back to being what they were before the party.

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This chapter is still pretty bad but it’s much better than the last chapter. Sorry you guys for the crappy chapters. I’m just trying to put in some of my own ideas so the story won’t be exactly like the movie and I’m finding that a bit complicated. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Make sure to leave your feedback and thanks for reading!