drop dead ; phan

iv

"fuck sake!" dan yelled.

a homeless person was lying on the ground near where dan had tripped and groaned, obviously awoken from dan's loud swearing.

"it's 4 fucking am! be quiet you-pale boy? what the hell are you doing?"

dan stood still in utter shock as the familiar voice and nickname sounded from the dirty, dark streets of london.

"phil?" he shakily breathed out, like he didn't believe it was actually him.
he looked down at the dark figure sprawled out on the ground, the darkness making it nearly impossible to make out a face. he appeared to be pretty tall with the same dirty clothes and greasy, shiny hair from earlier.

"what is your sorry ass doing out h-" phil started before dan cut him off.

"y-you're homeless?" dan asked, shocked at seeing the dick he nearly fucked sleeping out on the cold, gloomy street.

phil scoffed loudly.
"only temporarily."

dan dryly laughed,
"and you were scared i'd get frost bite."

dan couldn't really see on the dark streets, but he could swear he saw a smile creep onto phil's face. dan had almost forgot about what phil had said earlier and started looking around for a nearby convenience store. once he saw the lit up green sign of a gas station, he turned to phil.

"want something warm to drink?" dan asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight from side to side.

"what are you doing here?" phil repeated, although he didn't seem to be legitimately annoyed. he couldn't help but to suspect dan to be an angry ex client or one of his victims' relatives or someone meaningless of that bothersome nature.

"uh, i wanted a hot drink?" dan said, although it was more of a question. phil eyed him suspiciously before slowly nodding, biting on his bottom lip. he was shivering with his thin, mangy blanket wrapped around his body, and the snow was still softly falling. dan awkwardly smiled and sprinted to the gas station, and came back to phil with two cups of decaf coffee and a pastry.

"you didn't get a pastry for yourself?" phil noticed as he gulped down a bite of the sweet snack.

phil noticed how strangely skinny dan actually was, being as dan wasn't actually homeless and was very able to eat. it was almost disgusting to phil. dan's sleeves were rolled up a bit and phil could see his bare wrists, thankful he had nothing to think about there. but that didn't rule out an eating problem, phil thought, noting dan's unhealthy looking skinniness. dan shrugged, taking a drink of his coffee. when he didn't say anything else, phil spoke up again.

"well pale boy, are you going to tell me now why are you out here? were you following me?" he laughed, but his eyes were mildly unsettling, as he was tempted to rip out the knife in his back pocket and slit this boy's throat, saving himself from the bothersome trouble of dealing with him later.

dan dryly laughed and then sighed at the reality of why he was there.

"i left."

"well. not much of a talker, are you?" phil scoffed, after he didn't expand any more on why he was there. dan took a shaky, shallow breath and shook his head.

"not particularly," he muttered, shivering as the flakes of snow landed on his face. phil nodded for him to go on, and he deeply sighed.

"my parents were at my house when i got there after leaving you, and they got pissed. so i left," he shrugged.

"are your parents not typically home?"

"uh, no. they're always working," dan said, tensing up at the questions about his parents.