Two. (Phan)

2. Phil

'This apartment was empty, just like his heart without her..'

Phil rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him.

So much for pulling writing inspiration out of everyday objects. He blamed it on Jane Austen. Her and her dumb empty romantic novels he couldn't stop reading.

"Dan?"

"In here."

They greeted each other just like in old tv shows. Where the man comes home from a hard day at work, briefcase in hand and peels off his coat and hangs up his hat. He calls out for his wife, who is, of course, serving her only purpose (degrading, he knows). She's in the kitchen slaving over the hot stove, preparing a meal for her beloved husband, and then he comes in and sweeps her off her feet in one motion, pulling her into a tight make out session.

So, maybe the dialogue only stand true for them.

He walked into the lounge to find Dan slouched over his electric keyboard, his fingers absentmindedly flying over the keys as his head hung back on a pillow, his eyes closed.

This made Phil feel two things.

1. He couldn't explain the feeling. Dan usually used headphones or shut himself in his room to play piano, as not to disturb Phil when he was writing, but Phil secretly missed it sometimes. He hadn't heard Dan play for two weeks now, and he was currently getting that butterfly in the stomach feeling like he always does when Dan plays.

2. He was kind of pissed, cause hearing Dan play reminded him that he was only a semi-successful writer living with a piano prodigy.

He wasn't saying that because they were best friends either.

Dan was a literal piano prodigy.

One of those kids they'd bring on Ellen to show adults just how disappointing their own lives were.

Sure, Dan didn't make it on any talkshows. Maybe because he deserved a whole show all to himself. Dan would play piano for hours on end and maybe Phil would guest star and read a poem or something.

Phil could talk about Dan all day, even though Dan hated it when he did. Maybe that's why he liked talking about him so much.

Because he was the only one that ever did.

Dan refused to talk about life before they met, but from what Phil knew, he had a reason to.

Dan was a single child with young parents who didn't know how to be parents at all. They traveled a lot, leaving him alone for weeks at a time, from ages as young as ten. They'd just leave him money and assumed he knew how to take care of himself.

His mum was as sweet as can be, but Phil didn't know how she really was, she was so fake. The only time he met her, he was stunned to hear just how cringingly charismatic her voice was, even when she was talking to her own son. Ya, she was delightful and everything, but she was one big lie.

Dan never let Phil meet his dad.

He only ever saw pictures of him and heard his voice, yelling, over the phone with Dan.

Those were the days when Dan actually picked up the phone when he called.

Dan's mom had said that her husband was always travelling. Working hard to provide for his family, but Dan later, in the quiet of his bedroom, told Phil that his dad had been faking business in Sweden to sleep with a whore for the past year and a half.

Dan told him that three years ago.

They didn't talk about that anymore.

He found out everything he knew about Dans past all at once.