drop dead ; phan

iii

"so pretty boy, i'm phil."

dan's blood-tinged gaze flickered up to meet the multifaceted blue eyes of the boy; a smirk painted across his lips as he extended his arm towards the brunette. the jet black-haired boy's lanky disposition proved to be about the same height as dan; his raven-hued fringe peppered with humidity and sweat. his free hand was shoved in his tattered jeans pocket, the entirety of his disposition appearing in a state of almost homelessness.

dan exhaled deeply, brushing away the boy's extended hand as he dizzily rose to his feet. "what's your name?" the boy smirked, his eyes raking down the brunette's body with an eyebrow quirked. the brunette stifled a wry scoff  as he stumbled on his feet, ignoring this phil's inquiries. the raven-haired boy dragged his chapped bottom lip in between his chattering teeth as he returned his hand to his pocket. "you're gonna get frostbite," he shrugged, shifting his weight from side to side.

"well, the same goes for you, so maybe you should just piss off," dan snapped, skimming his tremulous fingers over the goosebumps that patterned his skin as he turned unevenly on his heel. "where're you going?" phil questioned as he skipped a few steps to catch up with the scowling, mocha-eyed boy. dan scoffed bitterly as he ceased his steps abruptly, glaring into the bloodshot irises of the boy. "no, i am not in the mood."

phil quirked an eyebrow as he chuckled wryly, "oh, please, i'm not implying anything." the brunette narrowed his eyes, "whatever." a sly smirk peaked at the tips of the ebony-haired boy's chewed lips as dan began to walk away, his delicate hips swerving with every step. "you're really hot when you're being a pissy bitch," phil shouted after the stumbling boy, who scoffed in dry response. "leave me alone," he muttered under his bleak breath, a haze cloud of ghost-like grey coating his every word. "do you think you'll be too overwhelmed with guilt to fuck your boyfriend tonight or something?"

the brunette's overpriced shoes stumbled as the dark-haired boy hissed tauntingly, causing his pace to pick up in annoyance. "i," he huffed as he heard slow, evenly paced footsteps pattering hauntingly after his own. "i don't have a boyfriend." a glint of apathetic narcissism flashed over the blood-tinged, iridescently blue irises of the raven-haired boy as his skin-bitten lips parted. "name's adrian, right?" he smirked, ceasing the clattering sounds of the brunette's intoxicated steps slamming hurriedly against the cracking cement. "don't," dan muttered under his frosted breath, narrowing his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder. "don't you fucking dare."

a grin laid plastered across the swollen lips of the dark-haired boy, taunting the brunette further as he scoffed. "calm," he growled, skulking in a fast-paced sprint to escape the haunting torment of an egotistical stranger.

"bye, pretty boy!"

-

dan ran, his feet leading him mindlessly away from the things that tempted the rocking ship of suppression in his mind to tip; tempting to surface plum bruises peppering his sweat-dazzled body and his dad's taunting voice, blood dripping off his toxic words. tempting to surface the vitriolic images of his father bending over a straw and a white line, or of a clenched fist slamming against his strained chest as he staggered hopelessly back.

"what are they.. no," the brunette stammered as his feet bounced against the iced-over pavement of his driveway, a sleek, red car parked neatly in a space that seemingly hadn't been filled in weeks. the scent of fresh coffee and red lipstick streamed unwillingly into dan's blackened lungs as he cracked open the door, his parents' whispered murmuring ceasing at the creak. "daniel?" his mother squeaked from the warmth of their out-of-a-furniture-catalogue living room, the bloodshot boy peeking hesitantly past the doorway. sheer horror and pretentious disillusionment coated the glossy eyes of his parents, their lips pursed as their son leant against the doorframe uneasily.

"what happened to your shirt?" his mother prodded quietly, his father tapping his fingers against his knee impatiently. dan's eyes widened as his gaze darted down, his sweat-peppered chest bare with maroon hickeys contrasting against his deathly-pale skin. "o-oh," he mumbled, raising his gaze back up to their cold eyes and attires that violently screamed businesspeople. his mother's disposition remained vacant of emotion and instead drowned in professionalism and perfect posture. "our plane flew in a few hours ago, but when we arrived you weren't here," his father spoke, his thick voice and deathly-still composition causing the brunette to wince back instinctively.

"i was out, with a friend," dan murmured quietly, the absence of white noise drilling anxiety into his tightening chest as he tried to control his uneven breathing. "who?" his mother inquired monotonously, her grey eyes squinting in the slightest. the brunette scraped his bruised bottom lip in between his teeth as his blurred gaze flickered between the two. "his name's josh." his father's dark eyes narrowed.

"we were worried," he spoke, an apathetic formalism caking his words as dan didn't bother to stifle a wry chuckle. "right," he grumbled tauntingly, rolling his eyes as his father tightly pursed his lips. "act like an adult, for once in your goddamn-" he growled as he began to lean forward in his chair, his mother's manicured hand flickering upwards to cease his words. "in your life," the dark-haired man corrected himself begrudgingly, his left eye twitching as it always did when he was angry. "are you on drugs?" his mother questioned as she quirked an eyebrow, dan scoffing as he repositioned himself against the doorframe. "just because i'm related to him doesn't mean i am him," he muttered, narrowing his eyes in on his dear old dad, rage flickering behind his glossy, viridescent irises.

"you have to understand, daniel, that your father's changed," his mother spoke, her voice as inexpressibly detached as ever. "is that why his fist is clenched?" the brunette scoffed as he quirked an eyebrow, "is that why he's dying to.. to what? teach me a lesson? just like old times?"

"stop," his mother demanded as she swiftly rose to her feet. "we're done here, i want you with a steady income by next week, we won't tolerate this in this house," she spoke, dan's eyes widening as she reached the end of her orders. "w-what? a week?" he gawked, trailing after his mother as she strode into the kitchen. "do you want me to be homeless?" he scoffed, earning a grunt from his father as he stood at their side. "start taking responsibility for your actions," he grumbled, earning a wry scoff as the brunette whipped around. "what? like you did when you bribed off your abuse reports? or your drug suspicions?"

"five days!" his father growled, raising his fist as dan flinched back, missing his dad's balled up fist as his mother remained expressionless. "do you want it to be three?" he hissed as his son moved back until his spine leant against the bone-chilling wall. "or, as it would be the most convenient for all of us, now?" his thick voice boomed, dan's eyes narrowing until a smirk temptingly peaked at his bruised lips, letting out a dry laugh. "i've always wanted to move out," he grinned, sprinting up the stairs before his parents could speak another emotionless word.

he threw together a half-zipped backpack containing his black bomber jacket and whatever cash he could find atop the shattered glass and tiny liquor bottles. "look, you have nowhere to go," his mother scoffed, crossing her arms as the brunette stumbled down the spiraling velvet staircase. "that's kinda the point," he muttered under his bleak breath, chuckling darkly as his with body danced around his darting feet. "as of this moment, i am officially homeless," he grinned, his fiery irises flickering with terrible ideas as the creaking door slammed closed. his stinging eyes narrowed as he heard the monotonous murmurs lurking in the thick atmosphere behind him; "don't worry, he'll be back by the end of the week, if not in a few hours."

"fuck," he hissed sharply as his wrist draped desperately into his pocket, the absence of his phone burning regret into his mind. "why am i such a fucking idiot?" he growled, kicking at the cracked cement as he stamped through the mud-tinged sludge. "why did-" he grumbled, louder than initially intended, before his voice ceased to a gasp as he tripped over a uneven placement of pavement; letting out a shriek.

he faintly recognized a set of legs laid tangled in the center of the street as he fell onto his stinging palms, exhaling shakily. the body shook, dan's eyes darting up as the person shot up. "it's 4 fucking am, what the hell are you doing?!" the voice threatened darkly, before he seemed to flinch back as dan stumbled to his feet.

"pretty boy?"