[UNFINISHED& ABANDONED] Flowers

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When Phil was younger, he loved flowers. The way they smelled, looked, the way they grew from nothing but dirt into something astoundingly beautiful. He grew up, too, and left his love of the gentle, soft petals behind him, instead learning to favour dinosaurs, football, and, later, parties. Lots of parties. He wasn't exactly the shy little boy with flowers in his hands that he used to be.

"Oy! Lester!"

Phil turned, hearing one of his friends bellow his name across the playground. He smiled, reciprocating the display of affection that was only obvious to him.

"Mitch, tone it down for fuck's sake! You're, like, 8 meters away." He said, at a quieter volume, as he walked over to him.

"Whatever. You coming tonight?"

"I dunno, I can't really be arsed." As Phil said this, a look of disappointment crossed his friend's face, quickly replaced by a sly smirk.

"I heard Maya's gonna be there..." Phil sighed as his idiotic friend wiggled his eyebrows up and down, clearly implying Phil should, as Mitch put it, 'get his hole'. He wasn't going to deny it, Maya was pretty hot, but he just wasn't interested.

"Mate," Mitch started, clearly not willing to give up, "What's wrong with you? You've got this fit girl after you, and you're just like 'Nah man, I don't really feel like it?'" That last part was a really shit imitation of Phil's deeper voice. Phil knew he would have to go. Even if it was just so that Mitch would piss off for a while.

"Fine... I guess I can come for a couple of hours..."

"YEAH, it's gonna be great, man! Here, I heard Carrie was gonna be there, fancy hooking me up? I mean, I could obviously do it myself, but..." Phil smiled as he walked out of school, only half listening to Mitch's rambling. It was just a few hours, anyway. What could go wrong?

Holy shit. So much can go wrong. He was sitting on whoever's-house-this-is' couch, watching the madness unfold. Himself and Mitch had arrived an hour after everyone else, which meant that they were pretty smashed by the time that he and Mitch got there. He took a gulp out of his cider, and watched some girl try, and quickly fail, to dance. Christ. He really needed to get drunk quick so that this party is was enjoyable.

From some room somewhere, he heard one of his friends yelling at someone about a Disney movie. Phil took this as a sign that there was more booze in there, and followed his ears. He soon found what looked like a kitchen, although there was so much crap everywhere that he couldn't be 100% sure.

"Hey, Phil! Come take some shots with us! It's wild!" John, another of his friends slurred at him from the table, clearly having already had a couple himself. Smiling to himself, he crossed the room, managing to avoid the couple aggressively making out on the floor, and asked what they were drinking.

"I dunno mate, maybe vodka?" John replied, clearly not worried about what was actually in the shot glass in his hand. He sloppily handed Phil a Peppa Pig mug, and splashed a fair amount of the unknown liquid into it.

"A mug?" Phil chuckled, wondering why on earth he hadn't been given a shot glass, or at least a normal glass. John shrugged, not bothered about where the mug had came from or why he had it. He grinned, raising his tiny glass up to Phil's comically large mug. They both tipped whatever was in the cups into their mouths, scrunching their faces at the taste.

An hour later, and many, many rounds of shots, Phil found himself on the floor. Why was he on the floor? He didn't really know, but it probably wasn't a good reason. He looked to his left and locked eyes with someone. Brown eyes. Nice eyeliner. "Helloo" Phil smiled at her, struggling to keep his eyes focused. The girl looked at him, apparently confused as to why this random guy was lying next to her on the floor. "I'm lying next to you on the floor." Phil was trying to explain the situation to her, but he couldn't get the right words. It also didn't help that he hadn't got any idea what was going on. The girl looked more confused now than before he had tried to explain himself. "You're really..." He trailed off, unsure how to tell her how astoundingly radiant she was. "Really... space pretty." That's not what Phil mean to say, really, but she didn't seem to mind, judging by her smile. "Thanks." She whispered, her face so close to his that he felt her breath against his cheeks. She smelled of something flowery, sweet. Phil wanted to tell her that her breath smelled nice, but even in his state he knew that would be crossing a line. He decided to go for something a little less creepy.

"What's your name?" He asked her, much to her apparent amusement.

"What's it to you, drunk boy?" She asked with a smug look. Phil scowled. 

"So I can find you again. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." She broke out into raucous laughter, her eyes squishing into little crinkles in her face. 

"You're clearly drunker than I thought. Later, Phil." With that, she got up, giving him an accidental look up her skirt, then turned and winked at him. 30 minutes later, Phil was still wondering how she knew his name as he was puking into some poor person's bin.