So the writing style changes a bit like to the first person pov, okay. Just because why not. TW: drug-use and that type of stuff.
I shrugged off my leather jacket, when I got to my dingy hotel room. I was still hot and sweaty so I decided to grab a shower before I would go looking for Dan. Let him settle in first too. God, it's already half three.
The warm water relaxed my tense shoulders and I leaned my head against the cold tiles of the shower. I shampooed my hair too, it was so dirty that I could have made a Mohawk just with the sweat in it. But soon it all went down the drain. I toweled myself dry and put on some clean clothes from my bag and even brushed my teeth.
My hair was still wet, when I arrived to Dan's room. The door was ajar so I went right in. The air wasn't clear, but smudgy and bad to breath. Some people in the room were smoking bongos or joints or cigars and whatever. Of course different sorts of alcohol were served as well. All were sat in sort of a circle of chairs, pillows and sofas. I saw Dan lying on the sofa, eyes half lidded and his feet on some strangers lap who was smoking a joint. He was caressing his denim covered legs attentively. Chris was there too, a cigar between his lips and a guitar on his lap which he was playing absently.
I shut the door and sat across from Dan's face beside Chris on the uncomfortable wooden chair. Dan looked like he was out of it, his brown eyes never quite focusing on anything, but wondering from place to place.
"Dan", I whisper yelled at him. He didn't seem to notice me though. "Dan, I want to talk with you", I called again. This time he looked at me, first in surprise, then in averse. "I don't want to talk", he said back and sat up on the sofa, his leg-caresser looking disappointed and longing. Dan took a shot of some clear liquid that was poured for him. Probably tequila.
Someone was putting coke on the table and making lines. Dan glanced at them indifferently until the guy offered him to do one.
"You want one? It's really fucking good, man. Have a taste. It's on the house. Makes you feel all light and shit", the guy said and gave Dan a dollar bill that had been rolled into a straw. Dan looked up at him for a moment, reflecting on should he have it or not. He really looked like he was about to agree and I started panicking. He couldn't become addicted to drugs. That would ruin us all!
"Dan, no. You can't do do drugs. We made a deal. They'll ruin you. Please, Dan, you know this", I said. He didn't listen still. Instead he gave me a glare and took the handed bill and snorted one white line from the glass table. I watched in horror and shock as he did it and wiped his nose quickly before leaning back down on the sofa, his eyes rolling back. The leg-caresser took his legs back on his lap and continued his motions on worshiping them.
"Fuck", I whispered to no one in particular as I hung my head to my hands. I watched as Dan took his flight to the sky through the strands of black hair on my eyes. Why did he have to hate me now? I hadn't done anything to him. I was the one trying to help him, but he was letting me.
What if I was actually intruding he's personal life? Had I interrupted him? What if he wanted Keith in reality? Had I seen it all wrong?
No, I had seen it clear as the air wasn't in here. Dan was just messed up now. Even more so with the drugs.
I stood up from my seat and went beside Dan and took him into my arms. People around us looked at me confusedly as I carried him out of his room.
"Where you going with him?" Chris stopped me with a frown.
"I'm taking him to my room. He can sleep there. This room is in no condition to be slept in", I said and continued to my room. I heard Chris grumble something I couldn't make out as I left. He was so damn envious all the time.
My bed was still neatly made, so I laid Dan on it first before taking off his jacket and shoes. Could I take his jeans off too? I mean, they aren't very comfortable to be slept in. But what if he woke up and find me undressing him like that? He would think I'm one of the bad guys then or a creep.
I decided to first lift the bed cover so I could bring it over him easier and then laid him on the bed properly.
"Dan? Hey? Anyone in there?" I decided to wake him up a bit to get his jeans off.
Dan opened his eyes slightly too look at me. He squinted in confusion as he took in his surroundings. "You're in my room. You need to rest. It's been a long day", I told him softly.
"Mmph", he huffed as he closed his eyes again and brought his hand to cover them.
"Do you want your jeans off?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yea... But don't you take them off. I can do it", he grumbled and with great difficulty he kicked them off of him and slipped beneath the covers. I tried not to look at his long, slim and pale legs that had barely any hair on them as they escaped from my eyes. I tucked him in better and he rolled his eyes at me, and then I hit the lights. I stripped to my underwear and went beneath the covers as well, careful not to intrude Dan's half of the bed.
I fell asleep easier than ever before, being so tired by now even with the noise coming from the other rooms. And probably that was also because I had Dan safely next to me so I didn't have to worry about anything bad happening to him. And maybe a little bit because I had someone next to me.
And even if I'll never admit it to myself,
maybe because that person was Dan.
