phan oneshots

bullied

this is the most obvious plot but i hope you enjoy
(i wrote this in august 2015, so if it's not that good I promise my other stuff is)

Dan was running.

They we're after him, they have always hated him, nobody's ever liked Dan. But of course, he was an easy target, so the popular kids decided he was the perfect person to take their anger out on. He was an outcast, a dork, loser, ugly, worthless... the sad thing is Dan believed all those things we're true. Dan was panting and sweating and he knew there was no way he could out run them, they we're on the football team, and Dan was well... Dan.

The leader of their group, Brad, caught up and pushed Dan onto the grass. He fell with a thud, he squinted his eyes shut, curled into a ball, and mentally prepared himself for whatever they planned on doing to him this time.

"Fucking pussy," Brad scoffed and kicked Dan in the stomach, "you should know better, you can't run from us you fat fuck." He kicked Dan a few more times before forcefully dragged him up by the collar of his shirt. He pinned Dan to the brick wall of the school. "Useless piece of trash" he started to continuously punch Dan as the group behind them laughed.

"What the fuck are you doing, mate?" a new voice appeared; Brad let go of Dan and turned around to look at him. Dan sat down on the ground and covered his face with his hands. He was shaking so much, now not only was he going to get hurt, but this random kid who just wanted to help as well. It felt like it was all Dan could ever do was hurt people, that's why he distanced himself in the first place.

"It's none of your business, if I we're you I would get out of here before I do the same to you" Brad covered his arms over his broad chest.

"Leave him alone first." the voice said bravely.

Brad threw a fist at him; he blocked and kneed him in the stomach causing Brad to fall over. The group around them gasped and started to run away. That left just Dan, Brad, and whoever this person who for some reason wanted to protect Dan.

Dan's eyes widened. Nobody ever in his entire life stood up for him, ever. Brad was furious;

"Whatever," Brad said through gritted teeth, "I'm coming for you next time, Howell." He spat and started to stomp away.

Dan was still shaking; he looked at whoever this person was and started to cry. He felt him sit down beside him and he pulled Dan in for an awkward side hug. After a while of them just sitting there, Dan started to calm down and stop crying into this strangers shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked,

"Not really," Dan sniffled "who are you anyways?" he wiped his eyes and looked at him. He looked a lot like Dan, same haircut, same accent, but he had bright blue eyes that you could drown in.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm Phil. I'm new to the neighborhood, and it looked like you needed help." Phil smiles softly at Dan.

Dan doesn't say anything, he just stares at him in absolute awe. Phil probably thought he was really creepy.

"We should get you cleaned up, we can go to my house, I live about 2 blocks from here." Phil said,

"Are you sure your parents would be okay with it? I'm used to this by now anyways, I can just go home."

"No, it's fine. My parents won't be in till late anyways," Phil stood up and extended a hand to Dan;

"C'mon, my house isn't far"

"How am I supposed to know if I can trust you?" Dan says quietly.

Phil frowned, "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." Dan pulled his legs closer to his chest.