fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 34- Lost

Phil's P.O.V

I must have been sitting on that bench for hours.

I sat and watched as the sky faded from a luminous orange to a midnight blue, and tried to suppress the shivers rattling my whole body. I only had a thin jacket and my hat to keep me warm and it wasn't doing the best job.

Checking my phone, I noticed countless messages and calls from Dan and began to debate heading back. It was now eight PM and I had been out for around five hours.

I stood up to leave, finally making up my mind but jumped back onto the bench as Jason's loud voice screamed at me, scaring me enough to make me sit back down.

'What do you think you're doing? He doesn't want you back, he just feels bad for you. Don't burden him anymore.'

"B-but he's been calling. He might be worried about me." I told him, close to tears. I just want to go back home.

'Who would worry about a pathetic freak like you?' He spat viciously.

He was right.

"B-but I want to go home," I stuttered, both fear and the chilly air causing me to stumble over my words.

He never likes when I disagree with him.

'Who the hell cares about you? You're nothing. Dan is more important than you, so do something for him for a change.'

Again, he spoke the truth. Maybe I should just stay here. It's about time I stopped acting so selfish.

'That's right. It's for the best. Do it for Dan.' He encouraged.

I gave myself a small nod, confirming my decision. With my mind now made up, I brought my knees to my chest and forced them under my zipped-up jacket, hoping to feel warmer soon.

The temperature was dropping and, even my best efforts couldn't trap any warmth in. Still, I felt tired and, after a while, my body felt numb, allowing me to sleep in the freezing cold.

Dan's P.O.V

At first I thought he would come back on his own. He doesn't shout often, so I just assumed he went out to cool his head and would come back soon after. Even still, I couldn't get his words out of my head.

"Stop! Stop talking, both of you! Just leave me alone!"

What did he mean by "both of you"?

I was still on the couch, pondering over his words, two hours after the incident. When I noticed the sun was beginning to set, I realized he wasn't coming home on his own terms.

I called him: once, twice, three times and continued until I was on the eleventh call but still hearing nothing but dial tones. I gave up on calling and began to message him instead:

'Where are you?'

'Are you okay?'

'I'm worried about you'

'Please come home'

I sent him dozens of concerned messages, even calling a couple more times, but each attempt at contacting him was left unanswered.

Clearly he wasn't going to answer, so I grabbed my coat and headed out into the winter's night.

It was only 5 pm, but the sun was already close to the horizon. It was growing increasingly darker and the city lights were beginning to flicker to life.

Once it hit eight, I was losing hope. He was nowhere to be seen.

"Where are you, Phil?" I mumbled to myself with worry evident in my voice.

I had searched every nook and cranny of my boulevard by the time it hit 9:30 and now it was pitch black and my phone's battery was on 11%.

I decided it was best to head back, call him some more, and look for him in the morning if he continues to ignore his phone. It's no use getting myself lost as well.

Heading home, I noticed a figure curled up on the bench just past our street.

My curiosity was peaked and I couldn't help the hope that was beginning to rise. I approached slowly, hoping to god it wasn't a stranger, until I reached the entry gate.

The bench was back to back with the colourful railings and, using my phone's light, I noticed ebony black ears perched on top of the mystery man's head.

They could be none other than my Phil's.

I raced around into the park and there lay my Phil, sound asleep, curled up into a tight ball. I shook him gently, trying to hide my giant grin as he began to stir, my little anger instantly leaving.

"Phil." I whispered to him as he awoke.

He seemed shocked at first to see me, but, just moments later, he was bawling his eyes out.

He stood and grabbed a hold of me and I held him too, just as tight. He was noticeably shaking from the cold and his teeth were locked in a constant chatter.

Silently, I opened up my coat and pulled him into it, trying to allow his body to regain some warmth and, just minutes later, it seemed to be working.

"Let's go home." I told him hoarsely, my throat burning from the cold.

He gave me a silent nod and we began to head back, both still wrapped in my oversized thermal coat.

Once back within the warm confines of our home, I told him we could drop the subject until morning, receiving another quiet nod. We both headed up hand in hand and got ready for bed before diving under the warm covers and snuggling close to each other.

"I was worried about you, you know. Please don't ever do that again." I begged in a hushed voice.

He gave a final nod, letting a single tear fall before drifting off, finally safe. I followed suit, also lost in dreams just moments later.

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Thank you for proof reading @writtinggirl22 and @Phandom_70L for sending me the picture of Phil up top and saying I could use it. My question this week is if you had one super power what would it be? Mine would be to be able to transform into different animals and, whilst in there form, understand what they are saying. That about wraps up everything I had to say so I hope you all have a great day and yeah... bye bye.