Bad Boys Like Good Boys Too[ Pastel Dan And Punk Phil ] *phan*

Willow

Dan remembered when there was nothing to worry about; when Phil was trustworthy.

Now he sit there on a bench; alone.

He left Phil's house and went straight to the park.
He sat on the bench and thought of all the times he and Phil would have sweet moments.

They would lay under the Willow tree and carve their names on the side, owning it.

A tear made its way down Dan's cheek.

They spent a snowy christmas together and flower pickings in the meadow off the road.
Swimming in the pools together and kissing under the water like in movie.

Making out near the blazing embers in a fire pit.

Now they were broken up; shattered.

Seeing other people, separating, taking a break. To Dan it just meant that he lost his soul mate.

The wind blew his hair around as he recalled all the fond memories with Phil.
The day they met, the way Phil was a typical bad boy going after the sweet twink in a flower crown and pink converse. The way they went out to go get cigarettes and plastic flowers.

Everytime they looked into eachothers eyes the spark of love and trust shone brighter than any star.

Dan sighed.
Stop thinking of him...

But he couldn't get those blue eyes out of his brain. They stared at him with sorry and regret.

I wouldn't leave you, I would hold you. When the last day comes. What if you need me? Won't you hold me, on the last day? Our last day...

He wiped a tear away from his eye and shook his head from the the thought.

He shifted his flower crown and tugged at his jumper.

"I won't leave you..." he whispered to himself.

He saw a girl walk over and sit next to him.

She had brown, wispy hair. She had pretty emerald eyes and lightly tanned skin. She had a guitar and a pick.

She looked at him.

"Are you ok?" She asked him, her voice soft.

"No..." Dan sighed sadly.
"What's wrong then?" She asked soothing.

"I don't even know you m'am," Dan whispered and she looked to the water stream and back st Dan.

"Jasmine," she answered.

"Dan," he replied.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Jasmine asked kindly.

"Just broke up with someone after a year of memories... he cheated on me with an ex and I can't get over him. He said sorry but I don't think a simple word could repair this..." Dan talked low and depressive.

"I have a song for you then," she whispered and started to strum her guitar softly.

"Down by the water, under the willow sits a lone ranger, minding the willow. He and his beau once lived happily, planting a seed that grew through the reeds.... summers and winters through snowy Decembers, sat by the water close to the embers. Missing out the lives they once had before...." she sang sweetly and softly.

"I wouldn't leave you, I would hold you, when the last day comes. What if you need me? Won't you hold me one
the last day... our last day!" She sang powerfully and meaningfully.

She strummed a little while after and smiled.

"I call it Willow... it reminds me of you and your ex..." she smiled kindly.

"I wouldn't leave you, I would hold you when the last day comes... what if you need me, won't you hold me on the last day... our last day," she finished and smiled.

"It's a memory song, I dedicate it to you."

"You don't have to-" Dan started.
"I want to," she said kindly and smiled sweetly. She was so sweet looking and kind.

[Dans POV]

She suddenly hugged me tightly.
I hugged her back hesitantly, my eyes closed.

"I hope you get through this," she urged sadly.

"Thank you... me too."

Then suddenly I felt cold air. I opened my eyes and she was gone.

I gasped silently and looked around.
I saw her standing near the stream.

She smiled sweetly and moved the tips of her fingers in a goodbye.
She had a little, white dress and a little white flower crown made out of little clovers. She had giant, angelic wings.

She looked at me with comforting eyes.

She stopped waving and faded into thin air.

I was in awe, disbelief.

I looked down.
Was she a figment of my imagination?

I sighed sadly and covered my face in my hands.
I started to cry with no tears.

I cried just to cry.

I hated this feeling of regret, betrayal, going insane.

I felt something touch my shoulder.
I looked up and saw the familiar porcelain skin and neck tattoos.

Phil.

He looked down and me and I looked down and cried.
He let his hand rest on my shoulder.

"Dan... I'm really sorry. I can't even put it into words of how sorry I am," he said slowly and the tears started to prick my eyes.

I could here the genuinity and hope in his voice. He gulped his emotions down.

"I'm sorry Dan, please forgive me," his words cracked and unstable.

I sniffed and got up quickly and tackled him in a fierce, meaningful embrace.
He almost fell back and quickly hugged me back, tightly.

"I'm sorry Dan," he cried again, sobbing next to my head.

"I forgive you Phil," I cried too.

We pulled apart and kissed. It had tears and sobs in it but it was perfect to us.
We pulled apart again and looked at eachother.

Tears were pouring down his face and his eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks were tear stained and pink.

We both chuckled at the stages we were in. He wrapped his arm around me and took me to his house.

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Willow: Jasmine Thompson

This is gon end soon ^_^
Also I have much btr fics than this shit :/