But he's my best friend..

Chapter 1

*Authors note\ so this story is going to contain scenes which may not appeal to some audiences, just an FYI.. <3*

I'm still unsure if I should visit Phil, last time I saw him he didn't really want to talk to me. Surely he's over the whole debacle by now. I wish that I had never told him that I didn't like him in that way.
He came out to me, and I just shoved it down his neck. He may never forgive me, but at least I've got to try.

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[DIIINGGGGG DONNNNNNG] I have always hated this doorbell. It had taken a while before anyone decided to open the door and allow me out of the cold. As the door swung open, I saw Phil's face, it was paler than usual and covered in mucus and tears.

"Dan!" Phil wiped his eyelid with his left forefinger and stared into Dan's hazel eyes. "Why did you come back? I thought you said that you didn't want anything to do with me being bisexual?"
"Well I couldn't just leave you hanging, you're my best friend and I love you and your goofbally ways" Dan paused, "but you know that I'm not gay or bi or anything, I'm straight"
Phil nodded and sighed, losing eye contact with Dan "oh. um, would you like to come inside? I've just put the kettle on."
Dan nodded in agreement, it was good to be back in his apartment again, but something was different. The feeling was cold and sad.
"Sugar?" Phil questioned from the kitchen bench.
A loud groan came from the other room where Dan had set up his MacBook and obtained 'browsing position'
Phil later walked in with two moderately hot cups of coffee in his hands, handing one to Dan. "So where have you been staying?" Phil questioned with concern.
"Hmmm, oh just at some friends from uni's flat" Dan said without looking up from his tumblr page.
The pair sat on the couch simultaneously taking sips of coffee to fill the void of silence. "I'm not feeling that well, I'm just going to take a shower and get into bed" Phil stated as he fumbled down the narrow pathway.
Dan looked down at the time shown on his MacBook's screen [21:43] he decided that it wasn't that late, but Phil had probably been crying ever since he stormed out of their apartment.
"Oh god, I'm hungry" I stated to myself, quickly I had found my way to the kitchen, and pulled out a box of lucky charms and what was left of the milk and made a bowl of cereal. It wasn't the best or the worst thing that I had ever eaten alone at the dining table.

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After I had cleaned up my mess from the cereal, I decided that I should check my phone to see if anyone had messaged me, but there were no notifications on any of my apps apart from a few game requests on facebook. I decided that since there was nothing to do that I would go to bed. It was a really early night for me, so I just laid in my bed wondering whether or not there was anything out there, aliens, parallel universes? After a solid 3 hours of an -in-and-out-of-extiential crisis- I had to pee, I got myself to snap out of my daze and make my way to the bathroom. The coldness hit me like a wreaking ball, so I scurried to find a pair of sweatpants. After less than a minute looking I found a dark gray pair that Phil had bought, me for Christmas, as a joke.
Halfway down the hall I could hear a faint crying sound coming from the bathroom, at first I was fazed by who or what it could have been, until I remembered that Phil went to take a shower well over 5 hours ago.
I slowly opened the door and peered through the gap between he doorframe and the actual door part. I saw Phil sitting on the tiles with his knees pulled up to his bare chest, I turned my eyes to the blood dripping down his arm. I was unsure if he was aware that I was spying on him, so I stood by the door for another 6 or 7 minutes, until Phil picked up a broken razor blade and slit his wrist into two pieces. It tore me into pieces just watching him cutting himself, whilst I could be stopping it. Stepping back for a bit, I decided to finally barge in.

"Phillip Michael Lester!" Dan choked as tears fell down the side of his face, along his jawline and into his mouth.
Phil had jumped and tried to hide his blood stained wrists, "oh Dan I thought you were still Internet. browsing?"
Dan couldn't bare looking directly into his friend's eyes, so whilst looking towards the ground Dan mumbled "Phil, oh Philly, why? Why did you start this? How long have you been doing this?"
"It all started when you left, I had nobody to talk to so I thought that if I couldn't have you, nobody could have me." Phil trailed off and looked at Dan with his most sorry facial expression he could create.
Dan crouched down towards the ground and hugged Phil with a supportive yet genuine feel.
Without speaking, the pair fell asleep together on the bathroom floor.

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