Liars Intent - Phan highschool au

begin again.

"Stop! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Dan cried, snapping out of his shocked state after a few blows to Phils head.

Tim turned to him, his eyes glazed over. "Stay out of this, he's mine." The stench of alcohol on his breath only made the sentence that much more unbearable. "Got that?"

Dan lost it. He'd always had problems with both anger and jealousy, that was no secret. He grabbed Tim's shoulders, turned him around and punched him hard in the gut. He spat. Blood. "Bastard."

Dan looked down at him from his height, holding his head down and punching him once in the jaw for good measure. "You got that right, asshole." He spat on the hideous man, watching him fall to the ground in writhing pain. "Phil." Dan said less then calmly, looking over at the bloody and beaten boy.

His nose was bleeding, bruises already forming beneath his skin. Dan pulled him up best he could, bridal style. But God was he out of shape.

Dan managed to get out the door without running into anyone who would ask questions, and lay Phil down in the back seats of his car, making sure he was still able to breathe and talk, even if it was just a few words.

Dan, nervous as all hell, pulled from the driveway and into the street. He kept looking back at Phil, who gave him the thumbs-up every now and then. 'What an idiot.'

They made it back to Dans place, a small but modern apartment. It was what someone like Phil would call boring. Black and white seemed to be the only shades as far as the eye could see.

Dan pulled the hurt boy over to his couch and lay him down again, awkwardly telling him over and over again how he was going to be okay.

Phil nodded frantically, trying to sit up. "Y-yeah... But Dan, Dan I think I need water."

Dan looked up at Phil, a confused look on his face before the words sunk in. He got up quickly, rushing to the kitchen. "Of course." He mumbled, walking back over to Phil with the full class. He sat on the carpeted floor next to him. "Do you need to go to the ER?"

Phil shook his head, swallowing a mouthful of water. "No, he's never hurt me that bad." He said, trying to calm Dan down. However it had the opposite effect.

"You mean this has happened before?" Dan said, voice low. He already hated Tim with a passion. "God, Phil..."

"Dan." Phil said, placing the glass down into the floor and beginning to play with Dans chestnut hair. "Please. It's okay, really."

"No it's not! Are you- are you crazy?!" Dan asked, pulling his head back up. "He hits you Phil. That's not normal. That's not healthy."

Phil chuckled shallowly, which surprised Dan. "What?" He asked the smiling man, who shook his head softly, then looked him deep in the eyes and with a soft voice said: "Don't you see, Dan? You made me like this. I hate to say it but- this is your fault."

Dans mouth went dry. "N-no." He stuttered, not sure what else to say.

Phil placed his bony thin, pale hands on either side of Dans face, brushing a single tear out of his eye with his thumb. "You hurt me, but you loved me like no one else. I guess those things just got muddled up."

"I was a teenager." Dan tried, as if his age could excuse his actions. "A stupid fucking teenager."

"I know." Phil said. "So was I. And I haven't changed all that much."

"Phil." Dan said, clearly feeling horribly guilty. He sank to the floor with his hands over his eyes. Phil pulled his diners through his deep brown hair. "Dan. I love you."

Dan looks up, his eyes teary. He knew what ed done by this point, accepted it completely. "I love you too. I'm sorry."

Phils voice croaked while he mumbled: "Yeah, I know." And leant down to kiss Dan, who accepted it willingly. "I need to get out of here..."