Society (Phan)

Chapter Eighteen

Whilst watching Fifty Shades of Grey, the four of us kind of dispersed slightly. Chris was snuggling PJ's arm and Phil was lounging around near my legs.

"I kind of want to go dress up in a suit now." Phil said once the film had finished, making the three of us laugh.

"That's fine, because Mr Howell will see you now."

"Okay we need to stop." Peej said between laughs.

"Why Peej? Can't handle the sexiness radiating from our bodies?" Chris sexually intervened, jokingly winking at him in the process.

"Anyway, who's hungry?" I asked after the laughter had died down.

"Yeah, me." Said Chris and Peej, strangely in unison.

"Do you two have this strange thing with saying stuff in sync, like its creepy,"

"Like your face then,"

"Rude." I intervened Chris' insults, "anyway, I'm pretty sure that I have some pizzas or something in the fridge, do you want them? My Mum won't mind since she's working later today."

They exchanged glances, looking for others reassurances, but agreeing in the end anyway. After the agreed, I went immediately to the kitchen to put them in the oven and went straight back in lounge.

When I walked in though, I couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid. When I was in the kitchen, I could hear a slight murmur between the three of them, yet, when I walked back in, the conversation went quite and they all looked at me when I entered.

"What?" I couldn't help but stutter out.

"We were, nothing." Phil said with sorrow.

"Oh, okay."

After that I went quieter than before, only saying something when I was asked. No one really picked up on it apart from Phil who kept looking at me disconcertingly.

After ten or so minutes, the pizza had finished. I slid in the kitchen, took it out and cut it up before serving it and taking it into the living room where the others where sat.

"Before I sit down, does anybody want a drink?"

Chris politely asked me for a soft drink but the others stayed quite and began eating. I got Chris his drink, gave it to him and sat down.

The other three were taking about random crap and things I felt like I didn't need to engage in, therefore I kept quiet.

After they finished their pizzas, they all thanked me and Chris and PJ said that they had to go home so they left. I told Phil that if he felt uncomfortable he could leave and wasn't obliged and compelled into staying. For some reason, he must've wanted to stay since he said no.

"Dan, I need to talk to you," he said when we had sat down.

"Okay," I mentally questioned since I have not a clue what he was going to say to me.

I know you heard us talking earlier,"

I cut him off, "don't worry, I didn't hear anything you said."

"Okay, I might as well tell you then."

"Okay."