Brown Eyes :: Phanfiction

2 Chord ; Chapter Seven

Dan pulled up in the driveway and hopped happily with Phil.

"Hey, I'm home!" Dan announced as he entered his house. He grabbed Phil's hand and walked into the kitchen to introduce Phil to his parents.

"Uh, mom,dad, this is Phil." Dan said awkwardly and his parents turned around with bright smiles to greet Phil.

"Hello Phil, how are you?" Dan's mother politely asked.

"I'm pretty good, I suppose, and you?" Phil responded.

"Oh I'm great, thank you." she told him and Dan's father walked up to give Phil a professional handshake.

"Hey Phil, make yourself at home." He said to Phil so Phil nodded and smiled politely before following Dan up to his room.

"Welcome to my room." He said, gesturing to the open space. Dan's room was rather big.

"You've got a big area, huh?" Phil said and laughed with surprise in his tone.

"Kind of, mainly compared to yours I guess, I caught a small glimpse of it before." Dan said and chucked, before realizing what he had left in front of the computer just a second after Phil had seen it.

"Dan, what's that?" Phil choked out, pointing to the small metal object that was bouncing light into his eyes.

Oh god, here we go, more judging Dan thought and gulped down the rising bile in his throat.

"It's a r-razor," Dan said, rummaging through his brain to think of a cover up story, "I a-accidentally broke a p-pencil sharpener t-there." Dan stuttered quietly and mentally scolded himself for the awful excuse that was not believable in any way.

"No it's not, Dan, the dried blood is evident on this edge." Phil said, storming over to the desk and observing the sharp object from a closer perspective, "roll up your sleeves." he demanded Dan and Dan nodded his head slowly, before swallowing hard.

Phil put the razor down gently as Dan carefully rolled up the sleeve to his sweatshirt. Trails of deep scars appeared and hurt was evident in Dan's eyes, while worry filled Phil's.

"But, why?" Phil asked.

"I've been suffering from bipoar depression my whole life. I'm bisexual and have lost so many people from that, and I have never had any friends really, before you." Dan explained softly, "so thank you." He started to cry. Not because he was sad. Because he was afraid Phil would make fun of him. He was afraid phil wouldn't look at him the same. He loved phil. He never wanted to loose him and what they had.

Phil walked over slowly and pulled Dan into a warm embrace, then grabbing dans wrists and planting little kisses all over the scars.

The heartbeats of both of them rapidly increased as their breath was millimeters away from each other's.

Both of them began to lean in, before a knock sounded at Dan's door, breaking the two boys up, scaring them completely. Both were utterly red.

"Hey guys, hope I'm not interrupting anything." Dan's mother sweetly chirped in the big room.

Dan and Phil's hands parted immediately, neither of them had noticed that they were connected until Dan's mom had seen them and blushed a little bit.

"Are you two by any chance a thing..?" She asked curiously, making the boys blush even harder.

"Oh, no, not really." Dan choked out, his voice cracking unintentionally.

"Oh, then sorry." his mom replied, blushing a bit herself. "I'll be downstairs, it's nearly 6. Phil, you're welcome to stay for dinner and the night, don't forget it's spring break starting tomorrow!" She chimed, brightening Phil's mood by a lot.