Phan Oneshots

From Homeless to Hopeful (A)

Dan's POV

I coughed, curling myself up in a little ball, snuggling into the corner of the alleyway that I'm forced to call home. I shook my head side-to-side quickly, and watched as the dirt flew out of my hair and onto the gross floor covered in trash.

Luckily my master, Josh, isn't here yet. I really don't want to fuck him tonight, but it's the only way I'll ever be able to make money. He has a nice place, and he always gives me a shower and new clothes before we 'do it' it was only once a month, and I got about fifty dollars, just enough to keep me alive after my parents threw me out.

Yeah, I'm gay, and my parents are extremely homophobic. After weeks, night after night of panic attack and horrible thoughts, I finally came out to them. My mom and dad pretended to be happy, so later that night they wanted to celebrate. They blindfolded me and said that my present was in front of me after driving somewhere I've never been. I laughed, and heard them walk to the car. Before I knew it, they had sped off without me. I ripped my blindfold off and tried to follow them, but I haven't seen them since that day.

I live here now, in the exact alleyway they left me in front of. I'm as skinny as a stick, not able to eat as much as a granola bar before I was too full. My ribs obviously stood out on my torso. My size xsmall even is too large on me. I haven't had a shower in nearly two months, seeing as Josh hasn't been here in awhile.

I really just need someone to hold right now...oh well.

I watched from the darkness of the alley as boys, girls, young and old, all walked past me, but one of them noticed my existence. I felt the urge to sneeze, by I wanted to try and hold it until no one was around.

When I thought the last of everyone had left, I sneezed, but just as I did, a tall boy with black hair and a yellow plaid shirt walked past. He turned around to face me.

"Shit." I mumbled, crawling further into the alley way, but I accidentally smashed a tin can with my foot, making an even louder noise.

"Hello?" The blue eyed boy said, bending over slightly, squinting as he looked down the alleyway trying to find someone. I stayed silent, hoping he'd just leave me alone. He didn't. He stepped into the alleyway, still looking for me. For all he knew I could be an axe murderer. Why was he so determined to find me?

I stood up shakily, and he saw me as I rose. His eyes went from fearful to caring in almost a second. "Get out! Go away!" I yelled at him as threatening as possible. "What? No-um, can't we at least talk a bit first?" "...About what?" I said trying to sound aggressive, and failing at that. "Well, what's your name?" "Dan... you?" He smiled, "I'm Phil. Do you wanna come back to my place. It's nice there. I can cook pretty well, and I'll give you some clothes and a shower too." He noticed it clearly had no place to stay. "No, Josh will be here any minute. You need to leave." "Who's Josh." He asked, and now was staring to get on my nerves. "Josh, he's my master. He takes care of me." "Wait? Josh Cumberer?" "I don't know his last name." "Well, he had brown, spiky hair. Wore skinny jeans and muscle shirts, and had deep green eyes." "Yeah, that's him. How do you know him and what do you mean by 'had'?" "He died a month ago. His car accidentally sped off into a river."
I froze, shocked. Not that he was dead, because he wasn't very nice to me all the time, but I was shocked because... who will take care of me now?

I fell to my knees and began crying. Sobbing, really. This meant I was going to die, and I had no money for anything. No even enough money for water.

"Dan!" Phil shouted, and ran over to me. He gently rubbed circles in my back, trying to calm me down. "W-Who will take care of me, now? He's dead. I have no money and-and..." I began sobbing again. "I know. Its going to be ok. Come here, little one." he lifted my up, bridal style, and carried me effortlessly somewhere down the empty street. I didn't care where, though, since Josh was dead, Phil could take me anywhere and it wouldn't matter...