Drummer

18

-Dan's POV-

"Hi Danny!!" Phil yelled in my ear as I held onto him as I carried him back to the tube.

"Phil you don't have to yell, I'm right here." I said quietly and he sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He whispered, making me smell his alcohol-induced breath.

I've never seen Phil drunk and now that I have I regret it. He was so clingy and so heavy, he made no effort to help me keep him up.

We made it to tube, which was empty thank God, and I sat Phil on a chair next to a pole where he can hang onto.

"I can smell colors, Danny!" Phil exclaimed sniffing the pole.

"That's great, Philly." I say to try to keep him up and functioning.

"I'm tired..." He pouted, putting his head on my shoulder which made me ease up.

"We're almost home, Phil." I say and I felt his left hand on top of my right one which made me shiver since it felt nice,

I do like Phil, very much, and I relive that kiss everyday as if it was yesterday. It was so real and so vivid. But he probably doesn't like me like that. Does he? He did kiss me back.

I really really like him. I might as well say I love him but I wouldn't know since I don't know how love feels like. Should it be like this? You get warm when that person holds your hand, when that person makes butterflies appear on your stomach when they smile, when you shiver when their head is on your shoulder. Because if that is love then I am in love with him.

When we got to our stop, I shook Phil awake and he just shook his head groggily.

"But I'm tired, Danny!" He complained as I stood him up.

"You can sleep home." I said as I put one of his arm over my shoulder and my arm around his waist.

"You're my home, Danny!" He said and I swallowed the lump in my throat as we were greeted by the snow outside.

"Thanks, Lester." I simply said and walked along the snowy pavement with Dan.

When we made it to his street, Phil let me go and ran off to the lawn of the empty house next to his. When he got there, he couldn't hold it in and puked all over the lawn. I made it to him and patted his back and held his fringe back as he projectile vomited all over the snowy lawn.

When he finished he held onto his head as he was wasted and the headache hurts like a b***h.

"I regret alcohol in my life." He said standing up straight with one hand on his forehead.

"We all do, Philly." I said and he looked at me weirdly.

"Philly?" He said smiling slightly.

"You've been calling me Danny the whole night, might as well return the favor." I smiled out and handed him a spearmint gum for his breath.

"Thanks." He took it and put it in his mouth. "Last time I'll ever get drunk." He said with determination.

"I'll cheer on that." I said and froze when I looked at him.

I was helpless when his blue eyes met mine. They were so intense. The moon reflected off his crystal blue eyes causing me to just stare at him. His nose was red from the cold and his lips were put up into a smile. He flipped his fringe back and he looked at me.

"What is it?" He asked, voice scratchy as he spit out the gum after a while of chewing.

I didn't answer his question. Well I did, by kissing him. I couldn't help it. I just needed to feel his lips on mine again one more time. He was surprised to but I felt his lips kiss me back. My hands were holding his head by his cheeks while his hands rested on my chest. The kiss was sweet and soft. It was so warm and so cozy. It felt perfect.

We pulled back and he looked at me.

"I've been wanting you to do that for a while." Phil admitted which made me smile.

"I like you, Phil." I admitted not even thinking about it. For it was automatic.

"I can tell, Dan. I like you too." He said and ended my night with his sweet smile.