~ "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 rolled his eyes, calling back into his flat, "Shut up, Sam."
"Hey, I'm sorry, love. I just can't get over the fact that you're still waiting," muttered Sam. Brown hair swishing out of her face, she turned the corner, revealing herself to the boy on the couch. "How do I look, love?"
Dan, never taking his eyes off of his computer screen, "Don't call me that. You look fine, Samantha."
"Dan, you didn't even look," She whined. With a swift turn, she disappeared into the hall and slammed the door.
"Jesus..." He muttered, scrolling through Tumblr. The bell rang and he looked over his shoulder at the door. "Sam, did you invite someone over?" Silence followed his question. Groaning, Dan stood and staggered stiffly toward the door.
Slowly, he composed himself and looked at the mirror above the doorside table. He adjusted his fringe and let out a shaky breath before his hand hit the knob. The knob turned and the door began to open. Dan stared at his feet as it did so, freezing.
"Hello, Daniel."
His eyes widened and he slowly lifted his head. In front of him lay something beautiful. Silent, Dan blinked. Dan's mouth opened, then closed again.
"I said hello," Repeated the beautiful person.
"H-Hello. Um... Please, come in. Sit down. Coffee? Ribena? Soda?" Dan stammered, walking inside.
They stepped inside, glancing at the towering stack of sketchbooks in the corner. After a moment, they sat on the couch.
"Ribena, if that's alright."
"Okay."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"Hey, Danny Boy?"
Dan swallowed, "Yes, Phil?"
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"I missed you," He replied, swallowing.
"I missed you, too. Um... Can we...? Can we talk?" Dan asked.
Phil nodded, hands on his knees. Dan poured the Ribena and sat down on the couch. Turning to face his fiancé, Dan sighed.
"It's been a year," Phil said.
"Yes. It has," Dan muttered.
Phil swallowed, "Why didn't you call?"
"I, um... I lost your number," Dan explained, looking down.
"Look, Dan... Was what we had just a teenage fling? It was, right? We can move on?" Phil asked, staring into his lap. His fingers fumbled with his ring, twisting it and turning it.
