Depressed | Phan {EDITING}

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I feel my eyelids begin to open, as I groan at the bright light seeping through the window, causing my eyes to feel as though they're burning. I open my eyes a little further and push myself to sit up, as I fumble around on the floor for my glasses.

Once I have them on, my vision becomes clearer and I soon realise that I'm not in my bed - or even in my room for that matter - and I take in the familiar surroundings of PJ's bedroom.

I stand up, out of my sleeping bag, and walk over to PJ's alarm clock by his bed. '10:43,' it reads.

I sigh in annoyance at how much I've slept in, and quickly leave the room in search of Chris and PJ. I assume that they've gone down for breakfast already, and rush down the stairs to the kitchen.

Once I reach the bottom, I see PJ's mum standing at the oven, making some kind of food.

"Oh hello, Philip!" she exclaims, after turning around to look at me, "Are the other two still sleeping?"

"I actually came to ask you whether you knew where they were..." I sigh, looking down and fiddling with my fingers as I begin to feel slightly awkward.

"I'm sorry honey, I haven't seen them. Try looking around the house, yeah? Maybe send them a message on your little cellular device thingies and I'll get the breakfast set out!" she smiles.

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Mrs Liguori."

I start by taking the latter piece of advice and take my phone out of my sweatpants' pocket, hoping that one have them might've told me where they went.

*no new notifications*

I sigh, and try calling them PJ, him being the more responsible of the two, but it continues to go straight to voicemail.

Suddenly, I hear a large crash coming from the living room, and I rush over to the door, stopping as soon as I reach it.

I quietly push open the door slightly, and peek my head inside, gasping loudly as I see them. PJ has Chris pressed up against the wall, fingers and lips interlocked in a messy makeout session.

As soon as they hear me gasp, and are alerted of my presence, they quickly pull away and turn to me. I glare at them, as I step into the room, closing the door behind me.

"I-It's, um, it's not what it looks like..." Chris stumbles.

I ignore his statement, knowing full well that it was a lie, and ask "How long has this been going on for?"

PJ turns to me, and sighs in defeat, knowing that they're unable to hide this secret from me any longer. "About 3 months," he says, looking guilty.

"And you didn't think to tell me?"
I shout, "You know full well that I wouldn't have minded!"

"We were going to tell you-" Chris starts, but I hurriedly interrupt him.

"Yeah, right. Probably at your wedding or something?"

They both fall silent at that, looking down at the floor in shame.

"I'm sorry for being angry...." I sigh, "I swear I'm happy for you guys - It's just a lot to take in."

I feel the atmosphere grow tense and awkward, as I realise that I'm clearly a third wheel. "I should go," I say, "Have a nice breakfast... or whatever."