I woke up from my nap with a bruise on the floor with a bruise on my cheek. I got up to awake Dan, but he wasn’t there. Suddenly, I heard a noise from the bathroom, someone crying.

”Dan are you in there? Are you okay?” I shouted  through the door. No answer. I sighed and knocked on the door. “Dan?” I said again, but still no answer, just more crying noises.

“Alright, if you’re not opening I swear I’ll bend the door open,” I said and got a screwdriver. I started unplugging the door when it opened and Phil rushed out, hurrying up to his room. “No!” I said and stopped him in the stairs.

“Tell me, what is wrong? You were like this all yesterday!” Dan looked at me and caught the bruise on my cheek. He poked it and analyzed it like a baby who got to hold a spoon for the first time. I waved with my hand to catch his attention. He looked down.

“I can’t tell you, you’ll hate me.”  He said and played with his hands. “I’ll hate you even more if you don’t.” I said and took his hands in mine. “Now tell me. What is going on?” I said with a calm voice.

“I’m guilty to the bruises on your face and the reason you woke up on the floor.” He hid his face in his hands. Confused, I took off his hands to see him and looked at him with an asking face.

“When you fall asleep I… I do things. You’re been so on your on nowadays and I feel lonely since Sammi dumped me last week.” Dan let a tear out of his eye and cached it on his finger. Do things? What does he mean by tha- oh my. I thought to myself and got lost in myself. Did Dan do this? He’s so innocent and… innocent!

“What happened to your innocence?” I asked without looking straight at him. He sighed and said, “It’s forever gone.” I know I was going to regret saying this, but…

“Exactly what did you do?” Dan looked up into my eyes and moved closer. I was scared, but I had to hear this, so I looked at him and signed to him to begin.

“About midnight, I woke up. I dreamt about you, how we were… in bed, if that explains it. I didn’t bother trying to sleep because I knew I wouldn’t be able to. Then I went to your room to see if you were awake, but you slept like a baby. Then I was going to lie down with you but I accidentally hit you in the face with my elbow.” He did an excusing face. “Go on,” I said.

“Then I… I took your shirt off and made sure you didn’t wake up, by taking some sleeping pills and crash them in some water and poor into your mouth.” He took a break and looked down, and the weird thing was, I wasn’t even scared.

“Then I started… stroking your chest and… hug you. I kissed you all over and took your jeans off. Yes, you fell asleep in jeans. You were still in your underwear, though. I couldn’t stop cuddling with your warm sleeping body, but the sun was going up and I realized I had to go. In my rush to get up I made you fall off your bed, so when I heard the slam I ran and locked myself in the bathroom.” Dan stood up and sat down by the breakfast bar with his face in his hands.

Dan likes me, like really likes me. He’s gay, oh my god. I’m bi… this can work out. I followed him into the kitchen and as he cried I started kissing his neck. He turned around and I smiled. He kissed me back and then we just stood there, making out on the breakfast bar. Ironic, right?

“Where did all your innocence go, Phil?” he asked me as I took his shirt off.

“The same way yours did.”

One week later Dan did a tour of the house. Who would've guessed I was the breakfastbar pervert?

The shoepervert? Oh that's a totally different story ;)

MADE FOR CONFUSED PHIL I LOVE CONFUSED PHIL OKAY

“M’gaaaah…. Uh…” I heard from upstairs. Apparently, Dan was annoyed again. This happens very often nowadays, but he never says what’s wrong.

“Dan seriously, what’s wrong?!” I shouted at him from the couch. The moaning stopped. “No, everything great… great.”

I’m Phil, by the way.  Dan, is my roommate. He’s weird, because everytime I ask him what he wants for Christmas he says “I want you for Christmas,” so then I just facepalm and walk away. I mean please, he lives with me! Duh?

And then his moaning, he says he’s okay but I start thinking that there’s something wrong with him. Once I almost called the hospital, but he stopped me. I went up to his room, carefully opening the door and saw him in his bed with his body and arms under the cover.

“Get out!” he yelled so I closed the door and started to walk down the staircase. “God, Phil!” he yelled and I answered, “Dan, you just told me to get out and then you shout for me. I’m calling for help, you can’t stop me.”

The door flew open and I rushed to the phone and pressed the number. “9-1-1…” I mumbled and soon a girly voice answered. “911, what’s your emergency?” Dan tried to take the phone away and yelled in the backround, “nothing is wrong, it’s just my stupid friend here who doesn’t understand”.

I ran away into the bathroom and locked the door.

“I… I think my friend is possessed.” I said quickly. The girl giggled a little but tried to stay serious. “Can you give me some examples?” I sighed and laughed at Dans constantly banging at the door. “He shouts my name, but when I come in he’s in his bed under the cover. Then he yells at me to get out but as soon as I do, he shouts for me again!” The girl hung up. What a bitch! I opened the door and placed the phone on the breakfast bar. Dan looked confused at me and followed me into the kitchen.

“W-what did they say?” he asked angry. “She laughed at me and hung up! What a bitch!” Dan grinned and then started to laugh loud. Why is everyone laughing at me for caring about my best friend?

“You’re not any better yourself,” I pouted and went to my room. Dan tried to control himself and followed me as I slammed the door. He knocked on my door and giggled. “Phil, don’t take it too seriously. I'm sure I don’t need any help, she probably thinks you’re the sick one.” I opened the door and said, “How can you say that? Is it sick to care for your friend? I just want you to be okay, but that bitch laughed at me and now so does you! I’m not taking it to seriously, you guys are the one who takes it as a joke.” I sat down on my bed with my arms crossed and Dan sat down beside me.

“Phil… I’m totally fine. Did you do sex ed in middle school?” Dan asked and I looked terrified at him. “Well of course I did! Why?” Dan put his arm around my waist. “I was masturbating, dumbass.” I suddenly realized how logic that was and stared at the blank wall in front of me. Oh, what a beautiful wall, I thought to myself trying not to think of what Dan said. But I couldn’t help myself and started laughing. How could I be that stupid?

“Oh my god of course! Why didn’t I think of that?!” I laughed and Dan smiled at me as I lied down on his lap. “But wait… you said Phil…” The truth came to my mind and didn’t go away. Dan looked away and closed his eyes from letting tears of embarrassment out.

“Dan, were you thinking of me?” I said patting his hand. He put his hand on his face to hide the blushing, but I took it off and held it in my hands. “Dan, answer me. Were you thinking of me?” Dan looked into my eyes and sighed. “Fine, yes it was. I’m so sorry, I understand if you hate me now.” I smiled. “Dan, why the fuck would I hate you for that?” I said and sat up. Dan was filled with thoughts but ignored them and couldn’t help a big smile. I smiled back and leaned in for a kiss. The clock hit midnight and our lips pressed against each other.

“What do you want for Christmas, Phil?” he asked. I smiled.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” I said and hugged him tightly.

Really happy with this one! It was awkward writing some parts thought <_< but I just think of confused Phil and die in cuteness, so here's a picture of him.

And I also captured this... sorry I couldn't help myself.