Show your true colors, Dan (Phan)

Part 5: You, Me, My house after school

Phil POV

7th period. My lunch period. FINALLY. My mom packed me a sandwich and a bit of last nights fruit salad.

I can't find Dan anywhere and I'm scared that he won't be here for lunch sadly. I then see all the groups through out the room.
The emos, the weird ass people, the popular fuck boys, the pretty popular whores, the nerds, the 42o blokes.

And me.

I hear everybody talk about mtv and stuff that I don't even give a thing about. I try to find a seat in the corner of the cafeteria and find my spot.

The spot I had for about 2 years now.

I open my sandwich bag to a tap on my shoulder. I see dark big brown eyes staring into my eyes. Hello, Dan!

"I finally found you! I was worried I couldn't find you anywhere!" Says Dan in a cute way.

Why did I say cute
I just met him, Phil.
He is cute you know.
Shut up, Lester!

Then I hear "Phil?! Are you okay. You're staring at my crotch."
I shake my head to find my eyes on his crotch. What was I thinking? He's cute not that way! "Sorry Dan! I really am. I was just carried away for a minute there.."
He just blushes and bites his lip slowly "I don't mind actually..OHFUCK! Sorry man. I-I'm sorr-"
I giggle and cover my mouth. He's really frisky I guess.. Dan then sits right next to me and says "I love your doodle by the way. It's fond." I was about to slap myself. He LIKES IT. I just smile and I almost cry. He's really smiley and he has a nice giggle.

Dan then takes out a paper bag I assume it's lunch. He takes out a juice box. That's it. No lunch. Just fricken apple juice. "Where's your lunch??" I ask. He looks down sad and doesn't respond. He just forces a smile and says "I'm okay. I'm not hungry."
Dan! I knew you are. I open up my sandwich to check what's inside. Tomato and cheese. CHEESE. The bloody hell cheese. I just try not to pump onto Dan and say "you can have my sandwich if you want. I'm not hungry." He just stares at it and licks his lips but refuses it. Is he like on a diet or something? "Do you want my fruit salad?" He smirks and says "I little bite won't hurt I guess!" He grabs the fruit and grabs a fork and eats it in a fast way. As I'm watching his face, I look down to see that the doodle I drew for him was on the floor. Oh NO!!!

I run to get it but it's too late. Nate Catania. He grabbed my wrist twisting it to be bruised. I wince and I start crying. Dan runs to grab me in a hurry.
"PHIL ARE YOU OKAY. WHAT HAPPENED!"
He hugged me hard enough to make me cry more. Nate then yelled "oh..OH! I see! You guys are onto something together! The note clearly says "DAN HOWELL" "DANIEL" "I LOVE DAN" and hearts and stupid stars!"
Dan just stares at him with a glare anybody would die for.
"And what? Nate! You are a bully! A fucking bully!"
Nate laughed and cackled "for a new kid you aren't as smart as I thought you'd be!"
I stayed standing as far as I can from Nate. He was on the football team and he was 4 times my weight. He almost broke my wrist in half.
I then see what I never would want to see. Dan was in the corner with fingers being pointed at him.
"O M G FAGGOT"
"GAY"
"KILL YOURSELF"
"FAG BAG"
When the crowd went away from Dan, all I see is Dan with a bruise on his cheek. He was sobbing tears of great pain. I ran to save him and grabbed him in my weak arms.
He sobbed in my neck "Phil, I'm sorry, Phil I really am. You are a sweet heart. Please let's go away now." I did what he said. We walked down the hall way to our lockers. We grabbed our bags and books. We ran out.
We ditched school.
We laughed and smiled running from the building to a coffee shop near by. I was out of air to even say a word.
We kept walking and talking about the school day.
"Nate is an asshole. He shouldn't of brought that mob to you to hurt your feelings." I say annoyed. Dan walked silently and finally said
"They called me faggot on the bus also. He said nobody likes a faggot!"
My little heart broke in pieces and shoulder hugged him then grabbed his shoulders and stared in his eyes.
"You are not a faggot. Faggots are insults. Gay isn't an insult. It's something awesome. Like why hate- um sorry."
Dammit Phil
You almost did it
Dan just smiled and wiped his tears and said "can we bring this conversation to somewhere else?"
Nobody is home right now.. It's just me and him.
"Wanna come over my House?!"
He smiled and jumped up and down
"BLOODY HELL YES!"
We raced to my house in no less than 10 minutes. I walk slowly to my porch so he can get a grasp of my home