Sugar (Phan)

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Dan's POV:

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I need to tell him. I need to tell him about my parents, the bullies at my school, my life, my depression, my existential crisises, etc. He's a good person, he'll look past it all.

I hope.

I walk to the Starbucks, outside where Phil works. I wait outside, it's a nice day today. A taxi pulls up about 3 minutes later, Phil stepping out and handing the driver some money. He walks over to me, after noticing me. I give a slight wave and he does the same, then approaches.

"So what's up? What did you want to tell me?"

I tell him. I tell him that I'm gay, that my parents don't love me. I tell him about everything.

Phil's POV:

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"I need to tell you about something. I need to tell you about my life, and stuff."

"O-Okay?" I'm scared at this point, what could he have to say?

He told me about his life, about when he was ten his mom threw a wine glass at him and screamed at him, and how he passed out from his first panic attack when he was only ten! He went too much in detail, I couldn't take it. I loved him, he didn't deserve any of this shit, he didn't deserve the depression, he deserved a perfect life where he woke up every morning with breakfast being brought into his room.

"So yeah, that leads up to this moment. My parents are kicking me o-"

I instantly cut him off and blurted,

"Move in with me."

God fricking damnit Phil!!! He's gonna think you're weird!

"YES!!" He replies, filling me with joy and a eye to eye grin appearing on my face. He corrects himself,

"Um, I mean, sure!" Still sounding excited, I start to blush. I then realized, he told me about him being gay and his father screaming at him for it....maybe if....

"Will you go out with me? SHIT." I scold myself, whoopdeedoo, you did it now Phil, might wanna tell him goodbye now. 

"Wait...seriously??" I hear him say, his cheeks resembling a tomato.

"....yeah...sorry I'm so awkw-"

He cut me off, I suddenly felt like my lips were blocked, I couldn't get anything out of my mouth. I wonder what the hell's going on, then I finally realize.

He's actually kissing me.

I quickly close my eyes, and follow his movements. I've never experienced this before, so I have no idea what the heck I'm doing. I can feel the warm, sweet touch as his lips were on mine, tongue slipping in my mouth, then he pulls away as a strand of spit falls out of my mouth. (ew)

"Does that answer your question?"

That flirty fuck.

"Yes."

I can't get that sweet taste of his lips out of my head.

It's like sugar.

[A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short, or if the story is boring. I need to pour out my imagination somewhere, and this is the place to do it. Please don't forget to vote, share, or comment 😊]