Game Over || Phan AU

12

Warnings: bullying, swears

"Look Phil. We need to talk. Now."
Dan grabbed Phil's wrist, pulling him to the boys bathroom. The same bathroom Dan had yelled at Phil in weeks before. He then pulled Phil into a stall and slammed the door. "Ididntmeantokissyoubutitwasjustsotemptingandyoulookedreallygoodandijustcouldntresistitijustneededtofeelyourlipsagainstmine." Dan blushed. Phil just stood, leaning against the cold metal stall door.

I needed to feel your lips against mine too. "I-I..-..its okay Dan." Phil mentally slapped himself. What was he supposed to say?

"R-Really? Because I just needed to apologize and I've been feeling so bad lately, for always ditching you and being so inconsider-.." Phil cut him off, with his lips.

Dan smiled against Phil's lips, instantly kissing him back. He wrapped his arms around Phil's neck. And that's when he heard it. The bathroom door opening. Dan's eyes widened and he let his arms slip out from around Phil's neck. Phil fell backwards, hitting the unlocked stall door. The door opened and he fell to the ground. Right in front of Pj Liguori.

Dan watched as Phil's eyes filled with terror, and Pj's filled with excitement. I don't think he's noticed me yet.. Dan thought. He made himself as small as possible, keeping himself behind the stall's door frame.

"Can't even go to the bathroom by yourself?" Pj laughed, the sound filling up the whole bathroom. "Did you want someone to help you with that?"

"N-n-no.. I-I.." Phil pulled himself farther away from Pj, but he didn't get very far before he noticed someone else in the stall.

"Holy shit! Howell?" He pushed the door out of the way and grabbed a fistful of Dan's shirt. "What were you two doing in the same stall?" He eyed Phil.

"Nothing! We weren't doing anything, Peej!" Dan playfully punched Pj in the arm. "Phil tried to fucking kiss me or something! I had to push him off of me, thank god you came I don't know what would've happened if.." He trailed off, and Pj turned around to face Phil.

"You little..." Pj's voice muffled as he used Phil's shirt to lift him up, pushing him up against the wall. He stared into Phil's deep blue eyes as he punched his square in the jaw. Phil whimpered in pain. "You gonna come help, Howell?" The curly haired boy said, taking another swing, this time straight into Phil's side, making him let out a sharp scream.

Dan swallowed. He managed to let out a few words, flinching as Pj this time punched Phil's mouth, and his lip began to bleed. The same lips that were against mine seconds ago. "No.. I-..I gotta go."
Pj let out another powerful laugh, dropping Phil onto the hard tile flooring, kicking him once in the ribs, and followed Dan out.
Same bathroom, different bruises,
different tears.
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A/N: Hey hey heyyy
Bad chapter and not proofread/ short and kinda a filler :(
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