AN- Ughh I already know this chapter is bad, going to sleep at 6:30 in the morning isn't a good idea when you have my grandma busting down the door at 11 like "get dressed you got 5 minutes!" And then I knocked over 2 cans of orange soda and 2 cans of cherry 7up -_- and then she yelled at me talking about "soda belongs in the kitchen at the table!" Like really? Tell that to under my bed at home. I'm just rambling at this point, enjoy this terrible chapter that I wrote at my aunt Rita's farm. (I'm just taking you guys with me everywhere ^.^) Enjoy!
Chapter 9
Dans POV-
I woke up with a backache and a hangover. I can't remember anything, but judging by the cereal surrounding me on the floor, we were probably throwing it everywhere. I sat up with a groan and realized Phil was on my stomach. I shook him and he rolled off me. I winced as his head hit the tile, he didn't wake up though. I just shrugged and got up off the floor to make cereal for real. I opened the cabinet and wasn't surprised as I found no cereal. I turned around to go to the fridge and kicked something into Phil. Cereal. Of course. He groaned and sat up blinking at the daylight, "What time is it?"
Phils POV-
I sat up with a hangover and a half. What happened last night? I couldn't remember anything, but judging by my surroundings, we had a drunk cereal fight, "What time is it?" I asked Dan, as he was standing, "I don't know," he said. He held his hand out and helped me up, "Do we have anything to help pain?" I asked, rubbing circles in my temples. Dan just shrugged. Great answer. I walked to the bathroom to look for something to help my headache. I found a little bottle of ibuprofen and got four out. Back in the kitchen I handed two of them to Dan. He thanked me and got two glasses of water for us and we chugged them down. "We need to clean this up," I said, "But why though?" Dan complained. He eventually cooperated and we cleaned the cereal up. "Are you coming?" Dan called to me, walking down the hall to his bedroom, "Yeah." I replied wearily, following suit.
AN- I'm trying to write a chapter for every day I was gone. And I'm completely positive these chapters are getting more and more retarded as they go, I'm gonna end the story soon, as in the next chapter. I'm SORRY! I just can't write on this one anymore. By the time you read this I'll be home c:
-SW-
