Colors (Phan)

Green.

(Phil's POV)

Phil was very much confused,

Usually Dan answered his phone after the first ring,

Something was wrong.

He jumped up,

Then sat back down.

What was he doing?

He didn't know where Dan lived,

Or if he was in trouble.

Why would he be in trouble?

He ran his fingers through his fringe,

He didn't know why.

But he could feel it.

Finally Dan seemed to answer his phone,

"What the hell do you want?"

His voice was cold,

Unforgiving.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Dan? I've been worried about you, what's wrong? Why haven't you been answering your-"

"Shut up, Phil."

This hurt Phil, deeply. What had he done?

But he knew something was wrong,

There was a sense of urgency in the other boys voice,

And finally,

He cracked.

"Phil. I need your help!"

"What's wrong, Dan?"

"I-I'm not feeling well and this guy's are-"

He cut off,

And Phil panicked.

"I'm at the bus stop, at Manchester, where we first met. If you really care, please come."

He seemed to whine and then hung up,

And Phil was already moving.

He made it do the bus stop in no time flat,

Only to see a bloody Dan running towards him,

Fear in his eyes.

He'd run into his car,

"Go! Phil just drive!"

Phil saw the that threat of the guys,

And didn't hesitate to start driving.

He just did.

"Thank you, Phil."

Came the words eventually as the boy shuffled in his seat,

In a bright red jacket,

With a yellow umbrella,

And a green laptop.

"Nice laptop,"

Dan looked nervous at the mention of it,

But just smiled.

But his eyes didn't crinkle.

"Thank you, Phil. I-I stole it."

He saw the boy wince at the unknown confession inside of him,

And Phil put on the brakes,

In front of his house.

"Dan. Why did you steal a laptop?"