Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

Six

~Phil's POV

I heard the jingle of the front doorknob. I sighed with a mix of emotions.

Dan was home.

I listen to him close the door quietly, taking off his boots and coat. The house was utterly silent, letting me hear every noise he made just below me. I heard him curse to himself, probably annoyed with something he was trying to do. I noticed his footsteps were awfully quiet, making me wonder why he felt the need to be so sneaky. I hadn't gotten up from the couch, deciding I'd just wait for Dan to come to me.

I heard a slight yelp. I looked over to see him with wide eyes and his hand on his chest, a sign of shock.

"Jesus Christ Phil! You scared the crap out of me. What're trying to do, give me a heart attack?" He said exasperated. I shrugged casually, not answering him.

"I was waiting up for you, thought I might as well since I can't sleep," I said, explaining myself.

He ran his fingers through his hair quickly before murmuring "Well, thanks." I nodded in response, not feeling like I wanted to talk anymore.

But that changed when I saw Dan's empty hands. He began to walk away, so I turned towards him.

"Hey, where's the milk?" I asked confused, wondering why he hadn't returned with what he left for in the first place.

Dan immediately looked anxious and frantic as soon as the words left my mouth. He just stood there for a good while, staring back at me. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, figuring out what he was going to say for his excuse.

Dan thought I didn't notice, but I knew he was about to lie to me. I was disappointed in him, I wished he could just tell me the truth sometimes.

He laughed nervously as he said "Oh, well the store closed early, the one down the street I mean. So I couldn't get any," he stated, in a way that seemed like he was trying too hard to make it believable. I thought about asking him more questions, as I was still unconvinced, but I decided to let it go. I didn't feel like getting into an argument tonight, and a fight was inevitable if I questioned him further.

I simply nodded my head and mumbled an "Oh, okay," to let him know I understood.

But in reality, I didn't. I didn't know why he was keeping things from me.

He breathed out slowly, as if he was celebrating his getaway from further interrogation. He smiled at me warmly, his dimples showing on his cheeks. It made me feel weird. I felt... something.

I couldn't help but smile back. Even though I didn't want to.

Instead of walking off, Dan joined me on the couch, sinking into the cushion slowly as he sat down and made himself comfortable next to me. He turned his head to look at me as he asked "Wanna watch a movie?"

I thought about making an excuse, but nothing came to mind, forcing to default to "yes" as my answer.

I sat in silence as Dan got up and started looking for which one to watch. As he did this, I thought about him.

The fact that he was such a complicated person, someone with so many layers to themselves. It made him impossible to read, but gave him an edge. He was like a puzzle, one you felt like you just has to solve.

I heard the buzz of our Xbox, meaning Dan had chosen something and had put it in. I watched as he giddily made his way back over and plopped down beside me again. I knitted my eyebrows, trying to decipher his sudden positive attitude.

"Phil, you okay? You look frustrated," Dan asked, concerned. I shook my head slightly, assuring him I was fine.

As the movie began, I could feel how close Dan was to me. We were only centimetres apart, while the rest of the couch was free. Did this mean something? Did he want to be close to me subconsciously? Or maybe even knowingly?

Stop, you're over analyzing. It doesn't mean anything. And it shouldn't anyway, you are friends with Dan, nothing more.

I knew this was what I should've been thinking, but the moment Dan's hand brushed my arm, it sent a shock wave through me. It brought the weird feeling back again. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't process anything.

Not the movie playing, not my thoughts, not even the fact that Dan smelled of musk, booze and dirt for reasons unknown to me. I couldn't bother with any of it because the feeling of Dan being so close to me made my heart beat faster and forced me to forget about everything else around me.

This new sensation, I liked it. And whatever it was, Dan was the only thing giving it to me. It felt addictive, like a drug. As I sat there with him and my eyelids started to fall, I thought of a world.

A world where I was loved, Dan was honest, and I could call him my own...

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