phan oneshots

jealous (angst)

summary: throughout their life Dan hides his feelings for Phil, instead busy wishing the boy the best of luck throughout his life.

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im jealous of the rain, that falls upon your skin. it's closer than my hands. im jealous of the rain.

"Not again!" Phil whined as he watched his umbrella break in front of him. It was pouring down rain, the two of us already getting soaked. I laughed.

"Come on, let's just try and get to class, yeah?" I offered. He exhaled and nodded, the both of us running through the wet streets and to the building we hated.

We made it inside on time, but we were still dripping.

"Best of luck!" I shouted as I watched Phil walk into his class.

"You too!" My best friend shouted, walking into his class for his first exam of the day. I waved and grinned. I raised up my hand to form a peace sign and he mimed back before disappearing into the room.

So just like that, things began to went to downhill from there.

And by there, I mean her. The girl with the pretty brown eyes and long chocolate curls. The girl with the bubbly laugh and colorful attitude. The girl who managed to take my only best friend away from me in just a few years.

im jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes. it's closer than your shadow.

The story started a little something like this:

"Dan!"

I grumbled aloud, refusing to get out of bed. "Do you ever knock, Phil?"

Phil giggled behind me, and I felt him climb in bed next to me. He immediately laid down, his head sideways on my stomach and his feet on the carpet. "I'm tired."

"So am I." My hands instinctively went to hair, my fingers intertwining with his jet black locks.

"Hey Dan?" Phil said, looking over at me. I hummed my response. "I met someone."

I stopped petting his hair to gulp, quickly continuing to hide my feelings. "Who is he?"

"More like who is she," the boy corrected. I had known Phil was bisexual, he just never found any interest in girls until now. "Her name is Haley."

I let out a shaky breath. "What's she like? Tell me about her."

Please don't, my mind begged.

"She's beautiful," he started, looking up at the ceiling. Unlike me, I mentally added. "She's funny- scratch that, she's hilarious. She's sarcastic, but just the right amount, to where it's not too much and not too little. She has this laugh that makes you laugh too. She's caring and sweet, even for people she's never met. And her eyes, God, her eyes- I could stare into them and never tire of it. . . just. . . everything about her is so great, Dan."

I nodded once. Twice. Three times. Then I looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed and his mouth parted, already letting out little snores. I sighed, reaching over carefully and turning off the lamp.

"Best of luck with her, Phil," I whispered, then shut my eyes.

You too, Phil's voice finished in my head.

After that night he had gone on a couple dates with her, every night coming home with a smile on his face and a jumpy attitude. He even stopped making YouTube videos to spend more time with her.