Phil Lester

This is hands down the worst day of my life. First Dan notices that stupid mario kart toy, and I leave the bar to go and splash my face so that I can get rid of the redness, and then I idiotically bump into him and make his drink spill onto him and me.

I am honestly the clumsiest person on the planet and I hate it. Why did he suggest that we clean up? We? What the heck. I can already feel my cheeks heating up uncontrollably as I take short and quick steps to the bathroom with Dan following shortly behind me.

How do people even clean up alcohol? I have no idea and I am terrified of what idiocy I might show. I don't want to freak him out more than I already have. My nipples are feeling attacked right now as the drink seeps through my shirt. I had no idea that I would be interacting with Dan so much, or else I wouldn't have come to this useless boring party.

When we step inside there is a weird smell, and the bathroom is almost empty with only a few stalls closed. I am sure there might be couples making out.

I watch as Dan looks at me before grabbing a few tissues and pressing them to his torso. I just stare at him, trying to figure out how to do this, as when I grab the tissues and press them to my shirt they do nothing. Is there a specific way to do this? I am so clueless. I just want to go home.

"Why aren't you cleaning up?" He looks at me confused and I begin panicking again.

"I-I don't know how," I admit, my hands fidgeting.

"Do you want me to help?" He offers and my heart stops beating. Literally stops beating, and I loose my breath for a minute.

"No, I mean, I can figure it out, it's just-"

"Calm down," he smiles at me dizzily, and takes steps towards me. His large hand grips my shoulder lightly and his other hand which is full of a wad of tissues presses against my chest. I am afraid he can feel my unsteady, increasing heartbeat. I just purse my lips and try not to freak out as he gets closer. I can feel his breath, a mix of alcohol and mint and I feel myself going into a daze.

"There, you're done." His voice has gotten huskier and I look up at him, wanting to thank him but his mouth is to damn close to my face, and I feel like collapsing right there and then. I am surprised when he leans into me, his lips dangerously close to mine as my heartbeat picks up again and my knees start shaking.

"Hey what you two doing here?" PJ's voice is loud which startles me and I immediately get away from Dan as he steps back himself. I am sure my face is burning bright red right now, so I just walk quickly to where PJ is standing and grab his arm dragging him outside with me.

"Dude, I gotta pee!" PJ argues but I continue dragging him. I am beyond flustered and embarrassed to say or do anything so I just stop in my tracks and quickly offer him a proposition.

"I will give you twenty pounds if you take me home right now this very second." I mutter, fidgeting.

"Okay fine." He huffs and rolls his eyes, saying goodbye to his date. He is taking too long,and as I say my goodbyes to Craig I notice Dan walking out of the bathroom. I begin panicking and literally yank PJ away from his date, taking him out with me at supersonic speed.

"Dude what the hell? Will you tell me why you're acting bat shit crazy?" PJ looks at me confused as I gulp down some water from the bottle in his car.

"Let's just go, I'll tell you later."

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