So my name is Phil Lester I am a typical 27-year-old British guy who makes weird videos on youtube with my best friend and roommate Dan. I used to think I knew everything there was about my best friend, in fact, two days ago I thought I knew all there is to him. But something happened yesterday that changed my mind.

It all started in the morning when I was completely oblivious as always and went to get some cereal. Simply walking into the living room, of course, is when it all started going to hell. I stepped out into the living room to see Dan crying, and it wasn't how people typically cry because he wasn't making a sound. But he was obviously crying because there were two twin lines of tears streaming down his face while he was staring straight ahead not bothering to wipe them off. So naturally since I'm a good friend I sat down next to him on the couch and put my arm on his shoulder to comfort him, but when my hand came in contact with his shoulder he flinched almost violently.

So I dropped my hand and asked as calmly as I could trying to make sure he doesn't freak out even more, "what's wrong." He snapped his head towards me and stared at me with the most intense death stare I have ever seen. I wanted to look away so badly because it felt like with every second he looked at me I was getting stabbed in the chest, but I didn't because something was keeping me there staring into his deep brown eyes. In reality, it was only a couple of seconds but it felt like hours when he started talking, but I wished he would just continue staring at me with hatred because of what he said.

He screamed at me "you want to know what's wrong, your what's wrong." I looked down at my hands in my lap as he kept going. "you always do the most annoying and stupid things ever."

"I'm sor-"

"And you stay up all night, so I can't go to sleep."

"Dan."

"And worse of all despite how much you annoy me and act so stupid. All I can ever think about is how I can get lost in your eyes." At this part, I looked up to face him wondering where he was going with this. "And my legs always get weak at the slightest touch, and how much I just want to be near you because God Phil I love you."

I froze Dan loved me? My brain couldn't comprehend it, and Dan was straight, I'm straight, he couldn't possibly think that I liked him. Oh god, what am I going to tell him I don't want him to go back to cutting himself, I couldn't live with myself if that ever happened again. While all this was going through my head, Dan sat there crying and when I remembered this I still didn't know what to do. I didn't love him, but I couldn't break his heart Dan's my best friend. I couldn't imagine life without him just the thought of not ever getting to see his gorgeous smile ever again made my heart ache.

I sighed "Dan I'm heading out I'll see you later." He looked up at me with red eyes and a look of absolute sorrow and regret on his face and all I wanted to do at that moment was cuddle up with him to make him feel better since he looked cuter when he was happy. I hit myself in my mind your straight you don't like Dan your just confused and want to love him so he can still be your friend. You don't want to give him false hope. I stood up and walked to the door staring at Dan the whole time until I finally opened the door took one final look at Dan and closed it behind me.

I stood outside our apartment for a while just thinking of something to do or someplace to go until I decided to go to the local club that was only a couple blocks away. What better way to clear my head then alcohol and dancing. The walk there was uneventful other than thinking about Dan, that seems to be all I am capable of thinking about since Dan confessed to me. All I wanted was a distraction, and a distraction I was going to get. I walked into the club confidently letting the loud, obnoxious base fill my eardrums making my blood pulsate and walked to the bar and sat down next to a slightly short, slightly chubby, blond girl with brown eyes. She looked up from her drink and giggled slightly at me, perfect.

Three drinks in and I was dancing with the same girl from before, I don't know her name but for now I'll call her Emily because she looks like one. She whispered in my ear about something and at this point I didn't care I was just nodding because this was the first time in a long time that I did anything crazy or stupid, and the first time in several hours I didn't think about Dan. Next thing I know I'm making out with Emily in a taxi on our way to her house. Thankfully my distraction was working, that is until the morning.

I had a small headache that I knew would be just fine with some aspirin. However the feeling I had inside of my heart, I wasn't quite sure. I sighed as I looked at the sleeping girl beside me and I still don't know her name. I felt sticky, gross, and dirty, so I decided to take a shower, unfortunately, I don't know how much of it I can just wash off.

My mind was full of thoughts about the girl I've been calling Emily I felt guilty for using her for my problems, but for an unexplainable reason I felt more guilty to Dan as if I was betraying him. Which was stupid I'm not dating him, and I don't even like him I'm straight and last night proved that. I turned off the water, and that's when I realized I didn't have a change of clothes.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel looking around when Emily came into the room all smiley and giggly and said "if you want you can use my ex-boyfriend's clothes." I nodded a yes, and she left the room and returned a couple of minuted later. "here you go, she said as she handed me the towels.

I thanked her and quickly changed not a point in going away to change since she's already seen it. Listen I'm sorry but I got to go homework is starting in a couple of hours." She smiled and giggled again and said okay just one second and left only to return a short while later with a strip of paper that had what I assumed was her number followed by xxx call me -Sophia without saying goodbye I walked out of the house. I was about to throw away the slip of paper but instead decided to shove it back into my pants. I don't know why I decided to keep it, but I did Well at least now I know her name I thought as I did the walk of shame back to my house.

A/N: Hey guys so this will probably be about ten chapters long and remember this is only they beginning to tell me what you guys think of Sophia love her, hate her, feel bad for her. And what do you guys think about Phil's choices. Stupid? Understandable? And of course, Dan if you were him how would you feel what would you do. I'll probably update in a little over a week until next time see you later y cookies