Game Over || Phan AU

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    Phil walked home from school that day, his face bruised in different places, and dried blood covering his lips. He hadn't even tried to give the rest of the day a chance, he just left.
    
    He stared down at the ground as he walked, kicking a few pebbles he came across. He turned the corner and entered his house, immediately going into his room. He opened every window, sunshine now covering the ground. He laid down, right there in the middle of the room. Everything was completely silent.
 
    Phil closed his eyes, allowing his pale, bruised skin to soak in the sunlight. It felt great. Almost better than Dan's lips. He clenched his fists. Why was he letting himself continuously think about Dan after everything he's done? Why had he let him come back into his life after he promised to never go back to Dan? Why had he kept imagining what it would be like to be held in Dan's arms..

    Phil sat up, staring straight ahead of him at the blank walls of his room. He climbed to his feet, and walked over to his dresser. He opened the first drawer, and dug through the mess of boxers and mismatching socks. There at the bottom of the drawer, he found a folded up piece of paper, and smiled. Phil sat down on his bed, unfolding the piece of paper.

   'Dear Phil Lester,
If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. If you ever need someone to cry to, I'm here. If you ever need someone to help you, I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Waiting.
         Sincerely, Chris Kendall- 1483 Bryer Ave'
   Phil read the letter 1, 2, maybe even 3 times before he folded it up neatly, and carefully placed it in his pocket. He washed himself up in the bathroom, watching as the red-tinted water disappeared down the drain. He looked at himself in the mirror, frowning at his black eye, and cut lip.
     The boy picked up his keys from the table, and nervously ran his hands through his hair. He looked at the address on the paper one more time. He hadn't seen Chris in more than a year, what if he didn't remember him? He dismissed the the thought, and left through the front door.
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A/N: Omf so I know this is even more a cliche story where Chris and Pj are like their only friends but ya'know