Guys Sidenote, none of this is said out loud in the fic, it's all in a story format. Not a conversation
Wc; 1139(IK SHUSH I WAS INSPIRED)
*dans pov*
You know, when I was younger, and I had no friends. Everyone either hated me or didn't really talk to me, But I didn't bother anyone with that. I went on and never acted like a victim because I still had hope. Sometimes, when I lost that speck of hope, and when I lost hope in humanity I would find myself staring out into the night sky, staring at the man in the moon, telling him how I hope one day I have a beautiful boy to call mine. After those one sided talks to the one thing I could count on to not hurt me, I would cry myself to sleep, knowing that tomorrow I'd do the same thing and get nowhere.
*phils pov*
When I was younger, I had plenty of friends. I was loved by many, i have a bubbly personality, to hide what I really keep inside, which is a lot and you'd most likely be scared of you saw it all. I had a lot of people to talk to but no one seemed right. I would find myself looking into the starry beautiful abyss of the night. Just staring at the man in the moon, telling him how I hope to have a wonderful boy to love that will call me his. One I could love and never hurt. These were the moments when I didn't feel so alone, for some odd reason, I just felt like I had someone when I talked to the man in the moon. Like it was actually a conversation and the man in the moon understood. After that, I would usually stare at the wall all night till 04:30am trying to catch some sleep
*dans pov*
You know, when I was younger, getting pushed into a locker, or pushed to the ground. When those god-forsaken guys would grab my arm tank hard and push my sleeve all the way up to tell me how much of a fag I was for cutting. I would feel my life flash before my eyes. Not in a "oh my god my life's gonna end" movie type of way, in those split seconds I had a second of hope that I would make it out of this place one day. Many people would just stand and watch. Too scared to do anything.
*phils pov*
When I was younger, I would stand in the halls as the same boy would physically and mentally damage a boy who looked so beautiful to be bruised. When the boy would grab the younger boys sleeve, and yank down hard and scream about how much of a fag he is for cutting, while the other boy was stood there flinching, used to it all happening.
*dans pov*
Back when I was just a teenager, I would squint my eyes out to the sun and tell it to go away, because I missed the feeling of feeling that someone was listening, and I just want to talk to my friend in the moon. It obviously never really listened, and I'm glad it didn't because my times with the man in the moon wouldn't have been so special then
*phils pov*
When I was in my late teenage years I would squint my eyes out at the sun, hoping for it to be over because I needed to vent to my real friend about the same things. I'm glad it didn't listen though, because I always thought the man in the moon wouldn't have thought the times were as special.
*dans pov*
There was this one day, back all those years ago as the boy who hurt me was about to do his usual sleeve pulling, and just as he was half way down someone yanked it back up, I looked over when I saw the most beautiful older boy I had ever seen. The boy only said a few words to the bully. I've seen this boy every day, and I never thought much of it. I thought he hated me, because he watched me get beaten ever day by the same boy. I remember his voice going deeper than I thought it was, telling my bully to back off. Thankfully that was one of the last days the bully I had, hurt me physically.
*phils pov*
I remember one time, years ago, I was doing the usual, watching this bully humiliate this beautiful brown eyed boy. I saw him grasp his sleeve. I knew what the bully was going to do. That was the time I realized the man in the moon couldn't help everyone. I walked over, told him to back off and a few other words that I'm still not proud of. He let the boy down and I saw the look of approval in his eyes.
*dans pov*
I remember that one day, just a few years ago, when I first introduced myself to you and I remember the day I made my first ever video, I remember thanking the man in the moon for listening to me and guiding me to the one I knew would be my soulmate.
*phils pov*
I remember just a few years ago, when you introduced yourself to me, with a shaky tone and a scared look. I remember your first ever video and the confidence you slowly grew. I remember when I told the man in the moon i was sorry for doubting him, because I realized I never wanted to hurt this boy. Thats when It came to me- I cared more about this boy than anyone else has and I'd be dammed if I let anything happen to that. And I thanked the man in the moon for that, because I knew I finally found my soulmate.
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Now the two boys never knew that they were talking to one another when they talked to the man in the moon. It was a secret that no one else knew. But they thanked, and they thanked and they thanked the man in the moon, even though the man in the moon wasn't real, every time they got the chance they said thank you.
From the time Dan and Phil where laying down in the grass staring at the stars and the moon and Dan got up slowly to one knee and asked Phil to marry him, when Phil said thank you out loud, Dan didn't know what it meant, because when he asked what it meant Phil said it didn't matter. To the time that Dan and Phil stood across each other about to marry their soulmate, under the stars and the moonlight because for some weird reason they both loved the night sky. Where they didn't feel alone.
When Dan heard "Phil, you can now kiss your husband" and Phil kissed Dan like never before, when afterwards Dan said thank you and Phil questioned but never got an answer. And even though these two boys never knew what the other one was thanking, the man in the moon, was all there was to thank.
