(sorry, wattpad on my phone was being annoying so I could only use the Shawn Mendez version of the song, but he has a good voice anyway. :)Enjoy)
Phil sat in his room, staring at his twitter, waiting pathetically for Dan to follow him back. He had nothing better to do anyway. Chris and Pj were going out later that night and he finished all his homework and even studied.
While waiting, Phil noticed that his room was a little messy, so before he parents could see his room and scream at him for doing that, he got to work and completely forgot about Dan's twitter.
What he didn't notice, was that Dan had followed him back while he had just gotten into cleaning. Dan messaged Phil, simply saying hey, what's up?, but Dan had his turn to stare impatiently at his laptop screen.
It had been an hour and still Phil was cleaning while Dan waited. Dan and Allison were texting cute couple things, which were sometimes a bit weird to Dan, but he still liked her so he didn't mind.
When Dan's mind traveled completely off Allison, he started thinking about Phil, and the small feelings he had for him.
He literally couldn't help it anymore, he liked Phil, no matter how beautiful and perfect Allison was to him, he liked Phil. And who could blame him? Phil was adorable and funny and so damn cute.
Dan, stop thinking like this, he mentally scolded himself, Phil is just a friend, he only sees you as a friend. Stop being a dumb ass and quit thinking about him.
No matter, Dan couldn't keep him off his mind. Dan was so upset with himself, he got very sad. This happened a lot, he was diagnosed with depression. He only had a small amount of scars, almost none compared to Phil's, but compared to everyone's, including Phil's, they were extremely deep.
Dan pulled open his bottom drawer and picked up the pointless journal of how to play piano and saw the mini drawstring sack. He picked it up, loosed the strap, and let the small object fall onto his desk.
He let a small tear fall from his face when the small metal razor reflected the light into his eyes. He picked up the razor, and held it close to his wrist and began sobbing.
Just before the blade made contact with his already cut skin, Phil messaged him back.
AmazingPhil: Hey, sorry I couldn't answer, I was cleaning my room up a bit.
danisnotonfire: that's alright, how's your room look now?
Really Dan? How does your room look now? You're so pathetic, Dan thought to himself.
AmazingPhil: good, I guess.
AmazingPhil: now I'm so bored though ugh, what do I do?
danisnotonfire: eat candy, it always cheers me up:)
AmazingPhil: lol alright, I'll try that I guess.
Phil looked at his computer screen and smiled. He went downstairs and quietly opened his pantry, before realizing that his parent's cars were both out of the driveway, they probably went to a bar, so they shouldn't be back until tomorrow morning.
Phil swung open the pantry, letting the door creak loudly and pulled out a Snickers bar he wasn't really supposed to touch, and unwrapped it.
He slid the wrapped off a small portion of it and sunk his teeth into the bar. He hadn't had chocolate in so long, he nearly forgot about the savory flavor that melted after immediate contact with his tongue. Just as he was full on munching on his chocolate bar when the front door swung open.
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Brown Eyes :: Phanfiction
FanfictionPhil was just a regular school boy, until he came out of the closet. Nobody wanted to ever talk to him, or ever come near him. But then there was a new boy who came into town. He actually wanted to talk to Phil. Day by day, Phil couldn't help but sl...
