-Dan-
I glance toward the house — Peej's — and see a small group of people jumping to the beat of a song that I'm positive that I know, but can't remember the name of.
I know most of the people inside, Peej had planned the party-ish thing for me.
I mean, it is my birthday after all.
Though there isn't a cake or anything else that really indicates that party is for my birthday, other than assorted snacks in which everyone got to before me, I'm still having a good time.
There's alcohol, yes, but I haven't had any.
Neither has Phil.
One good thing about this moment — Phil and I are alone, outside, bouncing on a trampoline like five year olds, and I'd be lying if I said that I would rather be inside.
The sky is dark, a few stars shining through the clouds. A crisp breeze glides past, but it feels nice in the hot weather.
Phil laughs, jumping up before landing hard on his feet, just as I was being forced upward, causing me to float higher than expected.
And I laugh.
And this continues for a while, playfully pushing eachother and bursting out laughing, until Phil lands on the side of his foot, rather than the bottom. He yelps, holding his breath and letting his weight fall onto the surface of the trampoline, holding onto his foot with his eyes scrunched shut.
I instantly land beside him with a worried expression.
"Are you okay?" I ask, placing my hand atop of his.
He shakes his head.
"Do you want to… go home?" I suggest after a while, looking to the house again.
He freezes, before hesitantly nodding.
I nod in return, "Stay here," I mutter, giving him a small, comforting smile before practically running to find PJ.
—
PJ was completely wasted, so I went to find a mildly-intoxicated Chris. I told him why we were leaving, and I asked if he could tell Peej, and he agreed.
And, here we are, Phil holding an icepack to his ankle, sprawled out on the sofa.
"Dan," he whines, pouting at me. He lifts the icepack away, but I gently push it back down.
"Keep it on," I mutter, planting a kiss to his forehead.
"But it's cold."
"That's kind of the point," I say with a small laugh, brushing some of the hair away from his eyes.
I click on the TV, before going to the kitchen to make us both something to eat.
—
"I'm tired." I hear Phil mumble as he leans more onto me.
We were watching Buffy — well, he was, I was more or less watching him the entire time
I let my arm link around him, "Then go to sleep,"
"But I want to actually be in bed."
"You can't walk yet," I whisper, pointing out the obvious.
He looks up at me, "Carry me?"
I smile as he reluctantly moves away so I can stand.
He hops on one foot, before I pick him up bridal style.
He clings to my shirt, "What if you drop me?"
"Do you want me to drop you?" I chuckle, loosening my grip on him slightly as he shuffles to remain holding onto me.
I laugh softly, stepping into my — our — bedroom, and gently laying him on the bed. He's already in pajamas, something that he made sure of when we first got back. I slip my shirt off, discarding it on the floor before climbing beside him.
He kisses me, before turning away. I let my arm hand over his waist, pulling him closer before we both fall asleep.