PHIL

I'm still lying in bed from earlier that afternoon having only moved to go to the bathroom and eat some small thing that I honestly can't even remember what it was. I wasn't even that hungry, I just didn't know what else to do. It was dark out by now I knew that and pretty late too. 11pm at least, and Dan was still out. Though that wasn't unusual for him. What would be unusual would be if he came home right now.

Another couple of hours pass, lying absently in bed, until I hear some loud irregular thumps at the door and a muffled groan. I guess Dan forgot his keys, though that doesn't really matter, he normally can't even get them in the door by now. Sighing, I stumble out of bed and head to the door, opening it to find a (surprise surprise) pretty drunk Dan Howell leaning against the door frame.

"Heyyyy Phil!" He slurs, stumbling into the apartment. I close the door, feeling something twist in my gut as the reeking smell of alcohol hits my nose. I feel sorry for the neighbours who almost definitely heard him on his way up here. "Man you still look pretty crappy. I thought you were asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep." I say quietly, not really bothered if he heard or not. I doubt he'll remember this anyway. "You're back early"

"Yeahh man, I was at the bar and then, and then, uhh, the guys left and Luke invited me to his but I was like nahhhh I gotta go home to Phillip." He hiccoughs and giggles slightly at the use of my full name, or so I guess he does. I guess he also notices my slight frown. "Awhhh Phil! Whats the matter, huh? You're lookin a lil' down."

"It's nothing…I just…" I hesitate but then I remember he won't remember any of this so I figure what the hell, "I sometimes wish you wouldn't go out so much or, y'know, drink so much."

"Whhhhaaa?!" He practically shouts, making me wince at the sudden volume. "Man, I'm jus tryin to have some fun while I can cause life." He slobbily points to me, "Is short my good friend and we've just gotta grab at it and live."

"Mhmm…" I mumble. "Okay Dan, I think it's time for bed."

"NO!" He screams, "I want to drink a lil longer."

"But Dan-"

"No Phil, I'm stayin and you don't have a say."

"Dan I really think—"

"Well I don't care Phil, stop tryin to control me!" Dan starts to get really defensive.

"I not trying to—

"No no noo, you think you can waltz in here and get me into bed well I'm telling you mister I am not that easy!" He begins to stagger back towards the door.

"Dan where are you going now? I really don't think you should go out right now."

"I'm going out to somewhere where I'm understood and nobody tries to get into my bed!" And with that he slams the door and heads back out, leaving me a bit confused. As well as that though I begin to feel that twist in my gut again.

Maybe he's right…maybe I'm being controlling?