non-binary → phan (on hold)

4. napkin

i laughed, louder than i meant to. "i had to replace that lamp, you know. it was expensive."

billie threw her hands up in defeat. "it's not my fault! how was i supposed to know you were going to throw it at me?"

"i didn't throw it at you, i threw it in your general direction as to not hurt you." 

"sure," billie said. i heard the bed sheets rustling in my bedroom and soon after connor entered the living room. his hair stuck up on one side and his eyes were practically still shut. "we'll go with that. good morning, lovely. you look just great."

connor opened his eyes a little more and blinked at both me and billie. "good morning? sorry, i'm still half asleep." he moved over to sit next to me. i took my blanket off and handed it to connor, who was shaking from cold. "why is it so damn cold here, dan? and what's on that napkin?" 

"don't know why it's so cold. i'm guessing you're not experiencing any headaches." i handed connor the napkin, letting him read the numbers on the paper. 

connor sat forward. "nope, no headaches or anything hangover related. is this phil's number?" i nodded in response. billie giggled next to me on the floor as she spilled a bit of milk on herself. "why do you have phil's number?" 

"he gave it to dan last night," billie said as i took the napkin back from connor and set it on the table. "he's debating whether or not to contact him because phil creeped him out last night." 

connor looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. "really?"

"uh-huh." 

he tapped a finger against the napkin, a small thumping sound echoing through the flat as he did so. "i think you should call him. i mean, he may have freaked you out a bit but that's because he had alcohol. phil isn't creepy when he's sober." 

billie laughed from beside me and grabbed my phone from my hand. she waved it threateningly in my face. "if you don't text him, i will. i'll send him cute little pictures of you and provocative texts that will make you question who's creepier." 

i rolled my eyes. "billie, i haven't decided if i want to text him or not. i barely even know the guy."

"well, here's your chance to know him! and it's slipping away." she moved to the far end of the couch. "you have five seconds, starting now! five." 

"billie, i haven't even-"

"four." 

"i just met him-"

"three!" 

"billie-"

"two!" 

"don't you dare-" 

"one! time's up! the number's already in and now i just have to find a really attractive picture to send." billie's thumbs were moving quickly over the screen. "and i think i found the perfect one. how do you think he would feel about this?"

"oh my god, billie, please do it!" connor shouted while i tried my best to snatch the phone from her hand. she just stuck her tongue at me in response before running and locking herself in the bathroom. i banged on the door, yelling for her to give me back my phone. 

she opened the bathroom quickly, and with enough force to make me almost all fall forward. a wicked grin was plastered onto her face. "too late, danny boy." i could hear connor wheezing in the living room. "looks like you might have some explaining to do to later." 

she handed me my phone, phil's contact still open.

you look cold, want to use me as a blanket? i would say we could spoon until you feel all fuzzy inside, but spooning always leads to forking. (;

i mentally cursed billie before placing my phone on my bed and running into the living room, ambushing billie and connor both with a tickle attack. 

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author's note! this story sucks and i'm sorry but it has a slow boil
-di