Dan Howell

"Shut up Jace," I scowl at him as he rolls his eyes, handing me a generic red cup and continuing to blabber about how good a certain girl was in bed despite of my annoyance towards the conversation. I try to ignore him, pressing my lips to the second cup of vodka in the last fifteen minutes, the bitter yet slightly sour liquid quickly sliding down my throat and trying to put my thoughts to sleep.

Of course Phil would call PJ over, that fucking asshole. I don't necessarily have anything against PJ, I just don't like the idea of them being this close. The concept of being just 'best friends' doesn't exist in my dictionary—probably because I've never had a best friend—but also because I don't like anyone else touching Phil.

Amidst the makeshift flashy lights in the large house, the screen of my phone appears dimmer than usual, and I mis click upon a few contacts before I find Phil's, typing him a quick message just incase he begins to think that I'm already fucking someone else.

Dan: having fun with pj ? :)

I'm aware that my text screams jealousy and sarcasm but I really don't care, I want Phil to know how much it bothers me when he hangs out with PJ, best friend or not.

Phil🍟: are you seriously jealous, pj is my best friend you ass

I roll my eyes at his reply, taking a sip from my drink before typing. Okay, maybe getting jealous over him having a best friend is petty, but in my defence, I have no idea how relationships work and I am just naturally a person who can't deal with jealousy.

Dan: i don't fucking care i don't like him

Phil🍟: what if i told you we're cuddling rn

I spit my drink back into the cup.

Dan: WHAT THE FUCK

Phil🍟: jk he was with chris so he couldn't come

Dan: fuck off ur so annoying

Phil🍟: 😀

Dan: ew whats that

Phil🍟: its me smiling sarcastically

Dan: thanks for explaining hunty

Phil🍟: wtf is hunty

Dan: ur mum

Phil🍟: u wanna catch these fists

Dan: fist

Phil🍟: oHMYGOD DAN

"Are you seriously giggling at your phone? Who are you and where's Dan?" Jace snorts and I flip him off, finishing the drink in my cup before standing up and typing Phil one last text.

Dan: not tryna be clingy but this party's kinda boring and i kinda miss u

Phil🍟: ur such a sap lol come over

Dan: whatever u say baby

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