"Hey there, good to see you're alright. We thought you'd got lost or something." Dan jested, his lips curling into that beautiful smile that had caused so many ovaries to explode. What in the universe was happening?!

I stood there for what seemed like eternity, my mouth repeatedly opening and closing as I tried to think of something to say. Dammit Violet! Stop that! You look like a freaking fish! I closed my mouth and tried to think of something smart or funny to say. As usual, I drew a complete blank. No doubt I would think of some ingenious comment in a few hours. "Umm… Hi." I said quietly and raised my hand in the sort of half wave that I usually used to greet people. I'd forgotten one tiny little detail though. That was the hand I was holding the mug in. It fell from my hand and landed on my foot with a thud. "HOLY MOTHER OF CAKES!" I yelled as the pain shot up my leg (I didn't like swearing… not unless I was really angry). I froze for a second. "I am SO sorry!" I exclaimed in a fluster, and bent down to pick the mug up. Thankfully, it hadn't been broken at all (my foot had broken its fall). I staggered a bit when I stood back up, my head was still quite woozy.

"Whoa, take it easy there." Dan said, reaching out his arm to steady me. "How about I take this," he carefully prised the mug out of my hand, "and you go sit on the sofa." He gently pushed me in the direction of the living room. I nodded dumbly and slowly, cautiously made my way to the sofa, holding onto anything I could so that I didn't fall over. As I sat down, I heard Dan and Phil's muffled voices from behind the closed door of the kitchen.

Phil: … but she doesn't remember anything from last night! I don't even know her name!

Dan: Exactly my point. Just… go talk to her or something.

Phil: But she's a girl! What do I say? What do I do?… You know me, I'll most probably start talking about unicorns or something like that!

I smiled as I heard that last sentence. Phil was so adorable.

Dan: Just go! You'll be fine. I'll make us all some coffee, and I'll be in there in a couple off minutes. You'll survive long enough.

Phil: Ugh, alright… Wait, Dan! She doesn't like coffee. She prefers tea… and hot chocolate.

Dan: Oh, okay then… wait… How on Earth do you know that and not her name?!

Phil: I don't know… She said a lot last night… I guess she's just really talkative.

I paused as I heard that… Talkative… That's one thing I certainly am not… I didn't catch what Dan said next, but soon enough, Phil emerged from the kitchen and ambled over to where I was sitting. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could say anything. "Violet." I stated. Phil looked a little confused, poor lamb. "My name, is Violet." (Technically it was my second name, but details, details.) Phil's nodded in understanding, but then looked at me quizzically. Not at my face but… lower down. I glanced down quickly to make sure that all my clothes were in order and looked back up at him. What on Earth was he looking at? I glanced between him and myself a few more times before I realised what he was staring at. I was holding my converse to my body like my life depended on them. I breathed out a nervous laugh and quickly but carefully placed my shoes on the floor, next to my feet.

I looked up and Phil was still stood there awkwardly, a small smile playing upon his lips. I was wondering why he hadn't sat sat down yet, and then I looked at where I was sitting. Dammit Violet, why did you have to go and plonk your fat arse right in the middle of the sofa? "Umm… sorry." I murmured with my head slightly bowed, and scooted over to the end of the sofa.

"What for?" Phil asked, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

"I was taking up the sofa." I replied quietly. I started pulling on a loose thread at the end of my sleeve. I could feel my social anxiety starting to make its way into the forefront of my mind. I kept my head lowered, staring at my hands which were now clasped together on my lap, and focused on my breathing. I suddenly felt Phil's presence next to me. He didn't say anything, not for a little while at least. We just sat there in a comfortable silence. I was quite calming really.

After a minute I felt I had calmed down enough, so I turned to face Phil. "So…" I started, not really knowing where I was going to go with this conversation. "Last night…" It was a topic that really needed dicussing, it was all quite a blur.

There was a slight pause, and I could see in his eyes Phil thinking of how to broach the subject. "How much do you remember?"

A/N: Sorry it's been a bit of a crappy chapter. I will happily receive any feedback and any tips and whatnot to make it better, and if you notice any typos/spelling mistakes, please don't hesitate to tell me. Also if you have any ideas that you would like me to put in here, please send me an ask or something with it (no but seriously, I'm really bad at continuing stories cus ideas are just crap).

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