Dan's POV
"Hey mum is dad home?" I asked walking into the lounge.
"No I told him to get his lazy ass up and get a job." She laughed.
Ah good old Howell bluntness. I thought to myself.
"Why what's up honey?"
I sat down on the sofa and looked at her. "Can I still move in with Phil?" I asked scared of what she would say.
"I think its fine. You'll be 18 soon and right now I think you're responsible enough at 17." She said. I was getting very happy until she said. "But your father on the other hand. I don't know if he would like that." She said.
"Who cares what he thinks mum." I said.
"You're right. Well. Have you talked to Phil about it?" She asked.
I blushed thinking of him. "Yeah. He loved the idea." I said kind of in a daze.
"Alright Mr. Dream boy. Well here's the thing. I will let you move out as soon as you want, but you have to keep your grades up and text me every night because I will certainly miss you." She said hugging me.
"But. What will dad do?" I asked.
"Well it will probably take some fighting but you won't hear any of it I promise."
"Mum all you do is fight with him. Why don't you just get rid of him. Noe I don't mean to sound like a bitch but seriously mum." I said.
"Well here's the thing Dan. Its four days until Christmas. I don't want to send him out now. But maybe after the holidays if he doesn't get a job or if he doesn't straighten up. I might get a divorce, but I don't know." She said.
"OK. Wel-" the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." She said and walked to the door.
She walked over to the door and opened it. "Phil?!" She exclaimed.
It took me a minute to realize what she said. I jumped up from the couch and ran to the door to see Phil standing with a tear stained face and was shivering from how cold it was. He didn't have a coat on, just a T-shirt and jeans. He ran over to me and hugged me. I hugged back. "Come on Phil take your shoes off and let me give you some warm clothes." I said walking him up stairs.
We walked into my room and gave him some clothes. You can probably guess what I gave him. The sweatpants and galaxy shirt and a hoodie.
He went to the bathroom and changed. "Thank you." He said when he walked back in.
"No problem sweety, but why were you crying and in the rain?" I asked patting the bed for him to lay with me. He bit his lip and cried in my chest.
"Phil are you okay?" I asked really worried.
He shook his head no and cried more. "What's wrong. Come on tell me whenever you're ready." I said rubbing his back.
He calmed down a little and was finally able to tell me what was wrong. "Well I was just sitting on my sofa and it all just hit me." He said.
"What hit you?"
"It was like a news flash of all the stuff going on right now. I was so oblivious to what was going on and BAM it all just kinda sunk in." He said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well the fact that we have to sneak around just to see each other and that we are being torn apart and" He started to breath heavily and faster.
"Phil. Baby calm down. Take a deep breath." He listened and took a deep breath and let it out.
"Now look at me." I said.
