~ "Why won't you just show me already?" Phil asked.
"I can't," Dan said.
Phil pulled away, "Will you ever show me?"
Dan thought for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe." ~
Phil Lester is new at a secondary school. Here he finds a boy who intrigues him; Da...
Dan walked into school on Monday, bags under his eyes. He was unable to sleep, his only wish to be with Phil.
What was the point in living? Why would he go on in pain for the rest of his life?
"Hey, faggot," Someone laughed, pushing Dan into a locker.
Phil stood nearby, watching with a pained expression as his only hope was shattered. As the guy who pushed Dan walked by, Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him into a locker.
"Listen here, you little shit. You need to step down from your high pedestal. Because, news flash, you're just floating. It doesn't exist. What does hurting that poor boy have anything to do with you? You know, they say that those who call names usually have the problem themselves," Phil hissed.
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The guy backed up but found himself restrained. Phil glared one last time before releasing him. He rushed off without a word.
Phil hadn't shaved, his face coated in a haze of dark stubble. Bags hung under his eyes like Dan's, and his posture was shot.
He walked into homeroom and plopped down, laying his head on crossed arms on the face of his desk.
Dan sat next to him in silence, refusing to look in his direction. Tears welled in his eyes. The urge to let them go, to let the dam break, was unbearable. But he held them in.
Phil glanced over at his friend. Dan wasn't even looking at him. Shaking, he looked up at the board. He sniffled and the teacher began to talk. Phil heard nothing that day.
When the hour was over, Dan turned to Phil, "I don't want this. I want you. I'm going to find a way to fix this, okay?"
Phil frowned, beginning to cry, "But I-"
"I can't talk, I've gotta go," Dan said in a rush, pecking Phil's lips before he ran out of the class.
At home that day, Dan approached the sink to do dishes. Mrs. Howell looked up at him and frowned.
"Dan," She said.
"What?" He asked, not looking at her.
"I just want you to be happ-"
"Happy?" Dan asked, dropping a plate into the sink. Water shot up in defense, splashing the wall and both Dan and his mother. "You want me to be happy? When you literally just took the only light to my life? I love him, Mum!"
His mother sighed, "Dan, I've gotten too many calls from the principal to allow this any longer."
"Screw that!" Dan screamed, rushing up the stairs in fury.
At his home, Phil was laying on the bed. Dan's sketchbook was laying on his desk and he couldn't help but stare at it. Now that they couldn't speak, he might as well look.
Upon opening the cover, he began to cry. He shut it. You shouldn't have done that, he thought, you broke the promise.
His heart sank as he laid back down, staring at his ceiling. A knock rang out from the door and he looked down in a hurry.
