Breaking Us Down- A Phanfiction

Chapter Four

Phil’s P.O.V

It was amazing how quickly my life improved after moving in with the Howells. I was no longer the lonely one at school; Dan stuck by me, and even protected me from being beaten into a pulp. I came home to a warm, caring family who treated me like a third son and showered me with overwhelming kindness. Even Adrian, Dan’s little brother, came out of his cave now and then to talk about bands and play video games with me- something that, Dan’s parents said, didn’t happen often before.

No longer did I have to go out working to keep myself alive, as the only thing I paid for now was personal stuff like clothing. I had offered to pay rent and for food as I felt bad about taking advantage, but Dan’s mother wouldn’t hear of it.

“Phil sweetheart, thank you, but you’re too young to be thinking about how you’re going to pay rent. It’s okay, we have plenty of money; we’re happy to help you!”

I noticed a difference in myself too; my eyes brightened back to their familiar blue, I stopped looking so pale and the red lines on my wrists and thighs faded to purple, to pink, to white. I could see the pride in Dan’s eyes when he routinely checked the areas, and how his face lit up when he saw how well they were healing.

He seemed happier too, even though he had become an outcast at school. We spent a large amount of time sat in his attic room, playing on the PS2 and being massive dorks. One weekend, we practically barricaded ourselves into the room with a mountain of junk food, enough soda and energy drink to fill a paddling pool and the complete collection of Death Note on DVD. By the end of the marathon, we were both exhausted and looked like complete shit; it was the best fun I’d ever had.

Dan’s P.O.V

Two months flew by unbelievably quickly, and the changes in my attitude and behavior shocked not only everyone I knew but myself as well. My grades soared, along with my self-esteem and confidence, and my hatred plummeted. It felt good knowing that whenever I was with Phil I was around someone I could trust with all my heart, as much as they trusted me back.  I almost couldn’t believe how he had just forgiven me for the person I was acting like only a few months before, but that was Phil; it was like he was so relieved to find someone who didn’t treat him like shit anymore that he had completely forgiven me my sins. It was almost like it never happened; it never came up in discussion and I intended to keep it that way.

Oddly, school became easier. People started accepting Phil now I had showed there was more to the boy than homosexuality and swoopy black hair.  I, obviously, had practically committed social suicide when I stood up to Joe, although I was not discovering a sort of new fangled respect for me in the other students.

I was currently sat on the sofa, engaged in a furious game of Mario Kart against Phil before we left for school. He was shockingly bad at games like this, and by this stage I had won fourteen times solid.

“Face it Phil, You’re not going to win! You’re a lap behind me; I’m going to beat you again.”

Phil whined and threw down his controller as I crossed the finish line, ending the game.

“It’s not fair, you cheated!”

I rolled my eyes at how sore a loser he was.

“Phil, there is literally no way I could’ve cheated there. You’re just horrifically bad at this game.”

“Whatever.” Phil stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed.

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