Touch ☞☜ Phan

Chapter Five

The guy walks over to the couch and hands me another beer.

"You shouldn't have taken me here then."  Once I finish this drink, the guy hands me a new one. 

"Is this my punishment for making you come?!  I can take you home."

"No way, Phil."

Phil sighs.  "Let's go find Amelia then."

I get up and follow Phil.  We pass by groups of teenagers playing games and drinking. When Phil stops, I spot Amelia making out with a girl with sky blue hair that she must've straightened and then curled.  She's wearing a sparkly dress of the same sky blue color. 

Amelia comes up for air and notices Phil and me in the process.  "Hi, Dan and Phil," she says.  "This is Lacie, my girlfriend."

The girl with the blue hair awkwardly waves at Phil and me.

"Well, Dan and I will leave you to it," Phil says, laughing.  He heads back over to the couch.  I follow him, stumbling over my feet.

Phil and I sit back down as I accept another beer.

"Are you jealous of Lacie?," Phil asks.

I shake my head.

"I know that you aren't lying since you're drunk.  Are you gay?"

I consider this for a moment.  Am I gay?  I thought Phil's appearance was surreal when I first encountered him.  I look at Phil again.  I still find him ridiculously attractive.  I nervously bite my lip and rub my arm.

I love that Phil cares about me.  He wants me to make friends and to have fun.  He took me to this party because he cares.

Phil didn't want me to get drunk.  I should've listened to him. 

I love that Phil is good with kids.  I want children someday.  Phil will be such an amazing dad. 

I'm so drunk.  I haven't even given Phil an answer yet.  He's staring at me. 

"Dan, I'm gonna take you home."

I nod.  When I stand up, I wobble.  Phil grabs my arms, and I hold onto him in order to maintain my balance.  "Best friend" and "crush" pop up into the air.  "Love" follows. 

Wait, what?  These words can't describe Phil's feelings for me—I didn't touch myself after I grabbed onto him.

These words must describe my feelings for Phil.

Phil helps me into the car and buckles me in.

I really love Phil?  We just met.  I had no idea.  I mean, I do care for him, but "love" is such a strong word.

I must've been burying my feelings for Phil.  I love him.  That's a big deal, and I had no idea. 

Phil and I just met.  He's my crush?  I can't lose my best friend over that.  He's my first one.  His optimism compliments my pessimism perfectly. Phil's the yang to my yin.

I am gay.  Should I tell Phil?  I'm confident that he'll support me since he'd support Mr. Doug.  He supports Amelia and Lacie.

Does Phil feel the same way about me?  I won't use my power on him.  I don't want to find out that he doesn't feel the same way about me. He can touch me, but I absolutely cannot touch him. 

"Are you doing okay, Dan?," Phil asks.  He puts his hand on top of mine, sending tingles throughout my body. His eyes remain on the road.

I nod nervously, wishing that I could just intertwine my fingers with Phil's.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't put more effort into preventing you from drinking.  I didn't want to be a jerk."

"You're not a jerk," I say.  "I would've thanked you later.  This isn't your fault, Phil."

Phil pulls into my driveway and unbuckles my seatbelt.  He locks the car and helps me onto my porch. Phil reaches into my pocket for my keys.  Once he opens the front door, he walks me up to my room and helps me get on my bed.

Phil tucks me in.  "Bye, Dan," he whispers.  "I hope that I didn't wake up your parents."

"I'm sure that you didn't wake up those heavy sleepers.  Bye, Phil," I say.  "Thank you."

"You're welcome.  Goodnight, Dan."

"Goodnight, Phil."

Author's Note

Thank you so much for 100 reads! I appreciate all of you so much. :')