The Beaten And The Dammed ~ Phan

Chapter 13 :D

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\\Dans pov\\

He just kissed me. Pj. Pj fucking kissed me! I should feel hurt, betrayed and wrong... But.... It was so nice.

He pulls away looks up at me flustered and opens his mouth to apologize.

But I stop him

With my mouth.

Yes yes, I know I know.

It's really slow and sweet. His lips are really soft and it feels like I've moulded into them. He slowly kisses back, probably not expecting me to kiss him. Which I wasn't either. I'm not too sure why I did it.

He slowly and carefully places a warm hand on the back of my head pulling me closer. I run my hand through his dark curly hair and use my other arm to wrap around his waist, pulling us together.

After quite a while we're snapped back into reality by Pjs ringtone, Dead Inside. We guiltily spring back from each other and he checks his caller ID.

Chris

I just cheated on Phil.

Pj just cheated on Chris.

"H-hello?" He says

"Oh I yeah... Yeah I'm alive....... Uh-huh..... Sure..... Um okay... 5 o'clock? Yeah... Yes... Okay okay love you too bye"

A small blush creeps over his cheeks.

"I-I have to go meet up with Chris" he mummers "I-I'll see you around, good luck with Phil"

I nod. "Okay thank you"

We both shuffle away in separate directions.

I cheated on my Phil.

And don't really regret it..

~pjs pov~

I walk away, the cool air hitting my hot flushed face, hands in my pockets. I can't believe that just happened. One minute I'm telling myself I can't like Dan, the next I'm making out with him? This is so messed up.

I arrive home a few minutes later and slam the door shut.

"Hello honey, where were you? I made dinner" I hear mum shout

"I-I was with friends" I lied. Well sort of lied, I was with a friend.

"Oh ok. Come in quick before it gets cold"

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((Later on))

I grab my jacket.

"Bye mum, see you in an hour or so" I shout. I close the door behind me and walk to the diner. I arrive four minutes late and see Chris slumped a booth waiting, scrolling on his phone.

"Look who decided to arrive" he jokes. I half heartedly laugh back, because I cent leave him hanging. I take a seat opposite and grab a greasy laminated menu.

"Whatcha thinking of getting?" He asks looking up over his own.

"Hmmm I don't know... I... Um" I stutter, helplessly scanning the page.

Eventually I decide on just Pancakes and ice cream and Chris opts on the chocolate milkshake and fries.

The waitress brings over our food and we tuck in.

"You're being awfully quiet Peej" Chris comments, not even looking up from his food.

I mumble some rubbish about having a headache and continue to pick at my food. About five minutes later two more people enter the small diner. Oh No..

"Hey Dan! Hey Phil!" Chris exclaims and they nod and wave in response. They order and sit down in a booth near the sauce shelves. I watch as they sit down. Phil takes off his maroon jacket and Dan takes off plain black hoodie. They sit down opposite each other and soon a heavily made up waitress brings them their food. I catch Dans eye but quickly turn back towards Chris, who is already looking in my direction. He looks at me straight in the eyes and sighs.

\\Dans Pov\\

I arrive home and angrily run up the stairs. I can hear my mum sighing in the kitchen, although she doesn't call for me. She already knows I won't respond. She stopped trying 3 days ago. I slam my door shut and rejoice when I hear the reassuring click that assures me my door is locked. I throw myself onto my unmade bed. I kick the bedcovers until my legs grow tired and knot up inside them. My whole body feels heavy- yet so alive at the same time. In a complete spur of anger I scream and tear down my Muse poster- the ear splitting sounds of paper ripping filling me with undeniable pleasure. Just the whole concept of tearing, ripping shredding yet causing no pain is just extraordinary.

After all my anger is used up I fall onto my knees beside my bed. The pain of my knees against the floor doesn't register. Tears spill down my cheeks and don't stop. Honestly the burning hot sensation feels good. The lump in my throat grows larger as the tears flow. All I remember is my vision growing darker as my eyelids become heavier and I sink into unconscious surrounded by soaking shredded paper and damp bedcovers...

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Slán x