Novocaine (Phan)

Chapter 3

•DANS POV•
Song recommendation: Friends by Ed Sheeran.

I woke up and felt a sudden lack of body heat. Phil left. I wandered out into the hall to see two boys holding hands. I ran into a pole while watching them. They stopped and the taller one said. "Are you alright?" I nodded and stood up. "I'm troye and this is tyler." Troye said. I shook myself off and said. "I'm Dan." "Why are you here?" Tyler asked. His blue hair stood out from his pale skin. Not phil pale but pale. "I have voices in my head." I said. Troye nodded. "I have short term memory loss. My boyfriend here has anxiety." I glanced back and forth between Troye and Tyler. I just registered they were Holding hands. They looked happy. "It was nice to meet you." Tyler said pulling troye with him. "See you round!" I yelled after them. Troye turned around and gave me a confused look. "Do we know you?" Tyler just squeezed his hand and pulled him faster.

I walked to Phil's room and pulled open the door. He was lost in the colors of his wall. I stood in the door frame for a bit and watched him. He finally seemed to notice me watching him. "Hey." He breathed. "Hi." I replied. We stayed like that for a bit. Just staring at each other . He was so beautiful. Those blue and green eyes in contrast with his raven black hair. His pale skin glowed in his room full of color and emotion. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

"Take a photograph, it lasts longer." He muttered with a smirk. I blushed and sat on his bed. "Phil." He looked up from mixing paints. "Yes?" I stammer or a reply. Being the awkward human I am it came out "I-Um-I... I really... Never Mind." My words tripped out of my mouth and tumbled off my lips. I wanted to scream that I liked him a lot. I wanted to shout how I felt at the top of my lungs but I just looked at my thumbs in my lap. They fumbled over each other while I thought. Phil sat there staring at me. Paint brush in hand he watched my tears begin to fall. He dropped the paint brush on the floor and rushed over. He enveloped me in a hug. "It's okay." He whispered into my hair.

We lay there for a while. My tears turned into sniffles which turned into cuddles. I pressed my head into pale blue tee shirt. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. Phil laid me down and looked at me for a second before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "You are so bright." He whispered. I closed my eyes and gripped his sheets. I inhaled his scent. I wish this was the only thing I could smell. I felt the covers lift and phil climbed in next to me. "Dan?" He sighed. "Yes?" I replied. He paused a bit. "I'm going to sleep for a bit. Wake me up at 2?" I nodded against Phil's chest.

Phil's breaths slowed and his chest rose and fell steadily. I watched his facial expressions. He looks so peaceful. I pressed a quick kiss to Phil's collar bone. He shivered and a hum escaped his lips. I look up at him from his chest. This position to would be awkward to be caught in. I was wrapped around Phil, my head over Phil's heart, the steady beat pounding in my head. I sighed, I was content. Laying here with Phil, legs tangled. I grabbed his hand, slipping my fingers im between his. His hands were warm and soft. I wish I never had to leave this position.

"I really like you Phil, I wish I had the guts to tell you when you were awake. I like the way you paint. I like your eyes and your hair. How your not plain like me. I really like you." I hummed.

When 2 o clock rolled around I was reluctant to wake phil up. I didn't want to leave his warmth. I let go of Phil's hand. Phil shifted a bit. I shook his shoulder. "Phil. Wake up sleeping beauty." He pouts. "I don't wanna." I groan but a smile plays on his lips. "It's 2." Phil shot up. He checked his hair and went to leave. "I've got to go. Bye Dan!" And just like that he was gone. I went to go to my room and found that he wasn't even in our hallway anymore.

It must of been an excuse to leave you.

Shut up voice.

You know it's the truth Daniel.

He wouldn't do that.

Oh I bet he would. He hates you. He just feels bad for you. Who could like you? Your stupid and ugly and fat. Everyone just takes pity on you.

That's when I tuned the voice out. I had enough screaming at me in my brain. I sat down in my bed. I stared at the colors exploding from my bed. I imagined Phil with his paint brush standing over me. BANG! The real phil crashed through the door.

"Dan! I need to talk to you."

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