Game Over || Phan AU

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Phil Lester had not seen Dan Howell for more than a week. He had not spoken to Dan for more than a week either. In fact, he had changed his contact information to 'Dan Howell' instead of, 'Danny Bear <3'
Phil took out his phone and earbuds from his backpack, and began to walk home. Putting one earbud into his ear, he scrolled through his Spotify lists and clicked on a random Muse song. He stuffed his phone into the pocket on his black skinny jeans, and adjusted the backpack on his shoulders. On his way out of the school doors, he tripped over a rock that someone had kicked onto the doorway. He fell face first on the hard pavement.
"Ow.." Phil groaned.
"Need some help, Philly?" He heard from behind him. A familiar voice, but more husky and distant then he'd remembered it. Which, only led him to assume, the owner of the voice had been drinking.
"N-no. I'm fine, slightly intoxicated Dan." (A/N: REFERENCES) The black haired boy picked himself up and brushed off the dust from his pants.
"How'd you know, Lester?" His voice was deep and raspy. Dan slung his arm around Phil to steady himself. Phil didn't like him like this.
"Guessed." Was all that escaped Phil's lips. He pulled away from Dan and sped up. He only lived about a block away.
"Bye then, handsome!" He heard Dan call out as he sped off. He looked back to see Dan with his pointer and middle fingers brought up to his forehead, then brought back down. Saluting. Cute. Phil thought, but quickly dismissed. He couldn't fall for Dan again.
Somewhat Dans pov
Dan turned away from Phil, and chuckled. Before making his way back to the high school, he had a few drinks with Evan. Just a few. Couldn't hurt, right?
He stumbled to the door way, keeping a weary smile pasted on his lips. He found his way back to Evan who had seated himself on the edge of a fountain. He sat down next to him.
"Helping your boyfriend, are you?" Evan snickered, and jabbed his elbow into Dan's side. A little too hard. Dan stood up, his face turning an obvious shade of red.
"Boyfriend? Boyfriend?" He spit out each syllable with weak disgust. "I hate him. I hate Phil Lester."
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