The Boy With The Blue Eyes; Phan

It's not the same!

I sort of shake the thought away, but could it be true?
Because I feel like things aren't the same.
They will probably never be the same again.

I go over to get another drink, and glance towards Dan.
He's sitting on the couch, not talking to anyone. Just sitting and drinking.
And drinking..

And drinking.
I'm getting worried that he might end up a little too drunk.

I hear Louise yell, "It's not the same!"
Who knows what she's on about.

Dan goes to get another drink.
He has 3 in his hands, which he plans to drink.
I go over and take the bottles out of his hands. Leaving him with an empty one.
He pushes me and grabs the bottles.
I stumble against a coffee table, almost falling.

I grab the drinks out of his hand again, and grab his arm.
"We're leaving." I say sternly.
He struggles against my grip all the way until we're out the door. I let go.

"What's your problem?!" He yells.
The first thing he's said all day.

"We're leaving, Dan. C'mon let's go." I say, starting to walk away. "No!"

"Dan, we're leaving, we have to go together, let's go!" I say, grabbing his sleeve.
"I said I'm staying, Phil!" He grips onto the empty beer bottle in his hand, and swings it at my head.
It shatters all over me, glass hitting the concrete.

People rush outside, including Tyler, Zoe, Louise, Alfie, Alex, Pj, and almost everyone else. They all gasp, and Alfie is ready to jump in at any given moment to stop a fight.

I'm too shocked to realize, but when I reach for the top of my head, I pull my hand back and I see it;

Blood.

My eyes widen.
Dan looks more surprised than I do.
"Ph-Phil I'm sorry I-I didn't mean-"

"I HATE YOU!" I scream. He whimpers.
"Get someone to drive you, because I am not leaving this party with you. Don't come near me!" I say.
"Phil I-" He reaches to grab my hand.
I pull it back, "don't fucking touch me!" I yell.

I start walking away, going anywhere but here.
Tears start spilling down my face and onto the concrete.
I pick the glass shards out of my skull, and start walking faster.

I'm several blocks away, when I call an Uber.
The driver asks what happened on the way home,

"Let's just say I don't have a best friend anymore." I say.