Piercings & Pastels

Chapter Four

*Phil's P.O.V.*

Once I got into my house, I slumped behind the door, remembering how cute Dan looked with that muffin filling out his cheeks. I've never felt this way about anyone. What I mean is, I've never been a really sappy, lovey-dovey kind of person, but when it comes to Dan, I am that really sappy, lovey-dovey kind of person. I honestly couldn't wait to see him again. I feel like I'm so clingy, but I honestly don't care.

There's just one thing that worries me- My parents are extremely homophobic. Of course I'm not, but that's only because they always tried to make me homophobic and I wanted to be my own person. I know if I continue being out so much, they'll definitely get suspicious. I could tell them I have a girlfriend, but they would want to meet her, and plus, that really wouldn't be fair to Dan. But, I'm happy with how things are right now, so I'm not going to tell them until the time's right, which probably won't be any time soon. Thankfully, they're not home much because of their jobs, so most of the time, I have the house to myself. They're home for holidays and things like that, but honestly, I don't really miss them. I know that's terrible to say about your parents, but it's the sad truth. They don't ask how I am, they don't care about my grades, they don't even call when they're away. When they're here, they always discuss their work, and most of the time, I don't quite understand what they're talking about, so I just go to my room. Surprisingly, they're alright with my piercings and tattoos. I'm not saying they were thrilled about it, but they eventually adjusted.

I decided I would text Dan to get my mind off my parents and to make sure he got home safely.

To: Bear^~^<3

Hey, You! :] I just wanted to make sure you got home safely & to tell you I had an AMAZING time. I love hanging out with you c:

I started to rummage through the refrigerator in search of something to snack on. I finally settled on cereal. I took it to the couch and began watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ever since I was little, I've loved this show. After a while, I checked my phone to see if Dan replied. He didn't. I started to get worried.

Phil, don't work yourself up. He probably just fell asleep.

I nodded to myself and finished my cereal. I then went to my room and shrugged off my jeans and shirt. I threw on some sweats and a long sleeved T-shirt that had Muse on it. It was one of my favorite shirts.

I checked the time and read: 12:54 a.m. I yawned at the time and got into bed. I grabbed one of my extra pillows and held it closely, wishing to God it would somehow turn into Dan. I wanted so badly to have him in my arms again, but this time with our legs tangled and his head on my chest and my fingers tracing patterns on his back.

I started to close my eyes and I eventually drifted off to sleep, dreaming about my Pastel Prince.

*Dan's P.O.V.*

I woke up and everything was the exact opposite. Instead of seeing black, I saw white. I tried to rub my eyes with my hand, but I saw it was in a cast. I looked at my broken body. My ribs were taped, my arm was in a cast, I could feel the pulse in my eye, one of my legs were in a cast as well, I reached up to touch my head and felt a gauze taped to it. I looked at my chest and saw all kinds of wires connected to me. I looked at my arm that wasn't in a cast and saw a blue hospital bracelet around my wrist. My arm was different shades of black, blue, red, and purple. Once I saw the bruises, the memories came back. The beating, the pain, they pleading- Everything. I started to cry. Not the type of cry for when I got beaten up at school, not the kind of cry for when my parents fight, not the kind of cry for when I was depressed and cried myself to sleep. This kind of cry was much different. This cry was my cry of surrender. I wanted everything to end. The beatings, the name calling, the weakness, the fear, everything!