I've written this for fun but I've completed the whole story in advance. If this chapter is popular I will post the second chapter _
Enjoy! - Livvy 3
Dan quickly shoved the bowl into the sink with the rest of the baking utensils, sighing. He had a lot of washing up to do. Phil had gone out with a mate after an argument, leaving Dan with all the washing up and copious other chores.
As the soapy water sloshed up Dan's arms, he thought back over the harsh argument he'd had with his best-friend not ten minutes before...
xOXOx
"Dan come help me wash up," Phil had shouted from the kitchen.
"One second!" Dan had replied from his room, he had been browsing for a recipe for their dinner, deciding he was in a cooking mood.
"Seriously. I know that when you say 'one second' it really means 'half-an-hour.'"
"That's a lie!"
"No, it's not." There had been a long silence. "DAN! Come ON!" Phil had got impatient at Dan's failure to help him in the simple task.
"Just a second..."
"Oh my GOD, I'm sick of this! I always end up working for you, don't I!" Dan had appeared in the kitchen doorway to see Phil pulling on a jacket.
"That's not true, I do loads of stuff!"
"Name one thing." Phil had grunted at the long silence. "I thought not. I'm going out."
"Phil wait-" Dan had cried, grabbing Phil's arm to stop him walking away. He'd snatched it back, not looking at Dan and strode out of the door, slamming it behind him. After about five minutes, Dan got a text from one of his friends, Alex, saying Phil was safe, but angry at him and that he shouldn't expect him back for a while.
Not wanting to fight with his closest friend, Dan had decided to do wash up, so that when Phil got back, he might not hate Dan.
xOXOx
Dan scrubbed down the baking tray and emptied the sink. He decided to text Alex.
tell phil im sorry -dan
Fifteen minutes later (when Dan was in the middle of hoovering) Dan got a reply.
He doesnt want 2 talk 2 u but he said whatever -alex
whatever? What do u think that means -dan
that hes not taking u srsly. Iook, dw. He can stay here 2nite and ill get him 2 ring u tomoz and well sort this thing out. -alex
thanks alex. but dont make him call if he doesnt want 2. -dan
alrite dw dan. -alex
Dan decided not to respond further. He hoovered the flat and tidied up, then went to bed, not eating. The flat felt so desolate without Phil. The silence was soul destroying and upsetting.
Dan couldn't help feeling angry at himself as he lay stewing in his bed. What had he done?
xOXOx
Phil woke up on Alex's sofa two days later, his neck aching from sleeping in the same awkward position for eight hours. He immediately reached out for his phone and unlocked it, wanting to text Dan, then he remembered.
He quickly returned to the homepage and places the phone screen down on the table. Alex was in his room, snoring so loudly that Phil swore he'd be able to hear him from the other side of the house. Phil sighed and stood, stretching out his stiff muscles and headed out into the kitchen.
He poured himself some cereal and ate it by the window sill. The weather matched his mood – grey and miserable. The rain hammered on the window, drowning out the sound of Alex's snoring. Phil then decided it was a coffee morning and set about with the task of preparing the drink. He was cold and the beverage did nothing to help warm him up.
Soon, Alex surfaced from his room and coaxed Phil back to the sofa. He turned on the TV and went to get changed. He was concerned for his friend, it was obviously difficult for him arguing with his mate, but Alex didn't know what he could do.
Phil flicked through the channels on the TV, but nothing appealed to him, as usual. Then Alex came back into the room.
"I need clothes," Phil stated, his voice void of all emotion.
"I'll get some more stuff from my room. Look, you need to sort this out with Dan-"
"Don't Alex."
"What?" At that moment Phil's phone rang, Dan's picture came up on the screen. Phil let it go to voicemail. "Don't do this, Phil. He's sorry and wants you back. You're not only hurting yourself, but you're killing him. Do you know what he did yesterday? He punched a wall in the street and had to go to A&E. Smashed it up pretty bad. You're tearing him apart!"
"I... I didn't know," Phil stuttered, eyes wide.
"Look at your phone."
Phil looked at Alex, confused. Then he understood. 6 new messages, 14 missed calls, 8 new voicemail messages. Phil had to do something.
There. Please let me know if you liked it and I'll upload the second half of it :D Love always, Livvy xoxox