Secrets

Chapter 4~pt 2

By the time Phil got out of the bathroom i had already downed my eighth drink, and was about to drink my ninth, when Phil took it out of my hand instead took a swig, despite my noise of protest.

"Dan Howell we need to talk"

I looked at him, his face seeming serious and more sobered now. Much more than mine.

"I don't believe we do" i slurred, the effects of the drink making my speech slow and stupid sounding.

"Well" he said looking me over, blue eyes clouding over in slight worry. "Not now at least, lets get you home."

I whined in defiance, turning away from Phil's outstretched arm. Despite the little amount of fun I've been having there was alcohol here, and alcohol was what i craved. To drink is to forget.

"Cmon Dan" he said, putting his hands under my armpits, making me giggle a bit, and lifting me to the best of his ability.

I collapsed on him, getting a whiff of his raspberry and cinnamon scent, making me sigh.

"You smell good" i giggled, sniffing him as if to make a point.

He smiled at me fondly, but also a but sadly, and nudged me a bit to make me stand properly. But he was warm, and outside was cold, so i didn't give up that easily.

"Nooooo" i drawled, snuggling closer to him, his intoxicating scent now invading my nostrils, in the best way possible.

Phil sighed defeatedly, and let me out side, his warmth effectively shielding me from the November wind.

Phil hailed a cab, and we waited till the car halted to a stop in front of our shivering bodies. Phil helped me into the cab and got in himself, only to be met my a chuckle from the front.

Phil, startled looked up with slightly curious eyes at the driver, who had begun to drive into the traffic, a grin on his face.

"Oh..its just my daughter, shes a big fan." He said looking back at Phil and I. Oh right, sometimes i forgot we were big youtubers.

"Oh, interesting!" Phil said, immediately taking on his cheery persona, smiling quite cutely at the man. "Would you like us to sign something for her?"

Phil sounded so polite and confident talking to strangers, i wish i could sound like that.

The mans eyes widened, before he smiled and nodded, passing back a piece of old, slightly crumpled paper, and a pen. Phil signed neatly and handed me the paper, which in my drunken and slightly confused state, still managed to sign.

"So" he said eagerly "my daughter had a weird thing that if i managed to meet you two guys...well she has questions-only a few short simple ones." He hurried after seeing ny slight grimace, im not very good at controlling my emotions intoxicated.

Phil nodded for him to continue, looking as if this was an actual interview, and the man cleared his throat.

"K um question 1" he continued awkwardly, silent except for his voice and the whirring of the cab, now stopped in traffic. "Uh, when the heck is pinof eight you potato trash cans i just want answers why must you hurt me in this way." 

I giggled as Phil also laughed fondly, always enjoying his fans peculiar personality.

"Actually some time next week." Phil said brightly. "We actually filmed it yesterday."

The cab driver smiled and scribbled down something before reading off the next question.

"Uh, Phil how can someone be so insanely wonderful and pure and happy all the time?" He laughed awkwardly after that, reading his question word for word.