Phil Lester
I let out a tired yawn, spreading the concealer I bought on the way back home, all over my neck to hide the disgusting marks left by Dan, my eyes travelling to the digital clock on the dresser telling me that I have less than ten minutes to get ready if I want to make it to uni on time.
The pale skin on my neck looks blotchy and there is a slight colour variation, but it hides the bruises so I don't give it much thought, instead I just pull my jeans over my legs, a tshirt over my head and grab my phone and bag and walk out.
The bus ride is tedious and slow and irritating because people seem to get on with their day just fine whereas here I am, stressing about a surely failed project and a ruined relationship with my long term best friend.
I have been ignoring PJ ever since the party and even though he has texted me a few times and has offered coming over, I have simply left his texts on read. I don't know what to say to him.
The hallways are mostly empty except a few people walking around with either a cup of coffee or a fat book in their hands and I just make my way to my locker, pulling out the textbooks I need for today before slamming it back shut and making my way to art.
I don't take my usual seat in the middle, instead I sit in the back corner to avoid any possible communication between Dan and I.
I grab my easel and a fresh canvas, before taking out my pencil case and letting the graphite utensil empty my thoughts onto the blank sheet of paper. It is kind of irrelevant, what I'm drawing and I'm not sure where it's going as I sketch a small landscape but I'm glad that it is helping me distract myself from the constant ache in my chest.
"Phil?" My ears perk up at the sound, and I look towards the door to find PJ's messy hair peeking out of the door, his green eyes fixed on me as he offers me a small smile.
"What are you doing here?" Is the string of words that leave my mouth involuntarily and PJ just frowns, before walking in and standing a fair distance away from me, biting his lip slightly, probably contemplating what to say.
"I-I just came here to check on you. How are you?" He asks me, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket and I just sigh, tearing my eyes away from him and focusing back on my drawing.
"I'm great," I mutter, only earning a short sigh from PJ.
"I'm sorry for that day," His voice is small and when I look up at him, his cheeks are flushed, his eyes wandering around the empty room.
"It's okay,"
"I know it's not, I just probably made things really awkward," He scratches the back of his head and I just shake my head dismissively at him.
"Why did you do that?"
"I-I had been drinking Phil, and I'm not going to lie to you, I have been experimenting with my sexuality. I think it was just in the heat of the moment and I apologise for invading your personal space like that, I really didn't mean to. I understand if you need some time to forget about it and like, you know, don't want to talk to me or anything-" PJ begins rambling, his hands flailing in order to get his point across to me and before he can continue talking I interrupt him.
"PJ, it's okay really, I understand," I tell him but he just shakes his head, looking away from me. I do not really have it in me right now, to convince PJ that maybe he did not ruin our friendship and maybe I am ready to forget what happened, so I simply get up and pull him into a short hug.
"I'm really sorry Phil, I promise I won't drink again, not around you anyway," He mumbles in my shoulder and I pat his back awkwardly, ruffling his hair to ease the tension.
"I thought I ruined our friendship," PJ admits and I scratch my neck nervously, agreeing with him.
"I thought so too,"
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personally i really think hookups is so mainstream and not original at all but bc you guys somehow like it i will finish it smh
