My Name Is Dan (Phan AU)

chapter fifteen

Dan's P.O.V.

"Danielle! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready!" I hear my mother shout.

"I don't eat breakfast," I yell back.

After a little pause, she replies with, "I expect you to grow into a healthy young woman, and you can't do that if you don't eat breakfast."

I sighed a little. "Yeah, I guess," I say quietly. Then, louder, "Fine, I'll be down in a moment."

"Should I come with?" asks Phil.

"No, sorry. Phil, you weren't even supposed to be here. You weren't supposed to be here, you weren't supposed to spend the night, none of this was supposed to happen. I have to go eat breakfast. You can go if you'd like, just don't go out the front or back doors. Windows are your options, have fun. Bye."

I open the door and close it softly behind me, and slowly start making my way down the stairs. I want to forgive Phil so much, but I really just can't find it in me, no matter how much he thinks I did. I love him, and you can't just stop loving someone, but this seems like a thing you'd stop loving someone for. I don't know. You'd think I'd have time to think about this, and truth be told I can't stop thinking about it. I also can't come to a decent conclusion.

Whatever.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Mum, who's at the door?" I ask her, looking out the window to see if I can see anybody. "If it's PJ tell him he's a loser and I'm too busy eating to watch him do stupid stuff that's probably illegal."

I hear the door open, and little bits of mumbling that I can't completely hear. "It's PJ!" she yells back, though unnecessary since we were literally only a room apart.

"I thought I told you to tell him I'm busy eating."

I can almost sense her nodding a little bit to herself. "Dani's eating, sorry."

A few moments pass and I hear the door close. Finally, she got him to g- I begin to think to myself, but my thoughts are cut short by someone plopping himself down onto the couch next to me.

"Thought she told you I was eating?" I ask PJ, who takes my fork and takes a bite of my pancakes, setting the fork back into my hand after.

"Yeah, but I've got a way with words," he replies proudly, laughing to himself a little bit. "Anyway, finish eating, we're going out with Phil."

"Where? I don't want to talk to Phil any more than I already have. I don't want to talk to you that much, either, but you always find someway to force yourself into my life, so there's no avoiding you. Anyway, where?"

"Just out, I guess."

I think about everything for a moment. I shouldn't trust PJ with Phil, or vice versa. I shouldn't trust myself with Phil. I don't want to get angry at him like that again. It makes him sad and I don't like to see him sad.

"Fine," I eventually say. "When?"

"Whenever you're ready."

I take the last few bites of my pancakes. "I'm ready now. I just need to go bind really quickly."

"No, you don't. Dan, that hurts you. Just wear a big shirt, I've got quite a few if you want to use them?"

I smile a little. "That'd be great, thanks man. Come on."

I leave my bowl on the table and head upstairs, PJ following behind me. When we enter my room, I see that my window is wide open. I guess Phil actually did go.

PJ opens his bag and throws a flannel shirt that's too big for me at me. "There you go. Just throw that on, and we'll be ready to go."

I take off my black shirt and immediately put the flannel on, buttoning it up quickly. "Could you throw me the brush? I can't bother to straighten my hair today, I'm too tired."

"Heads up," he says as he throws the brush at me. I don't catch it, but it lands on the floor next to me. "Aw, so much for your career as, like, what, an American football player or something. Not that you wanted to do that anyway. Even if you wanted to, you can't catch at all."

"I get it, Peej. No need to keep talking," I reply, laughing as I pick it up and brush my hair out quickly.

Everything seems like it's gone back to normal. I've somehow found it in myself to forget about the events that had happened. For PJ, at least.

I don't think I'll ever forgive Phil.

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Author's Note: I'm so sorry! I've been meaning to get this done, but I've been doubting my writing skills lately. Also, writer's block is a jerk. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I know it wasn't the best chapter, but that's okay. I'm so sorry. Thank you for reading! I love you all!

-ary asylum xx