tears - phan AU❁ (EDITING)

2.0

i took all my things,
that made sounds.
the rest i can do without.
~'somebody else' the 1975
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"i honestly think i may die."

phil laughed, nudging dan lightly. "dan, i promise, you'll be fine. we still have about 2 weeks for the project left."

"no, i'm not worried about it not being done, i'm worried about presenting it!" dan snapped. "i hate being called out for my color of tears, i loathe being ridiculed because of it! all this damn project is going to do is shine more light on this shit." dan huffed, sinking farther into his couch.

"well, why don't you state that in the presentation then?" phil suggested.

"what?"

"state the struggles you go through with having black tears. talk about how you dislike being treated so differently, but how it happens anyways because of them. the main point of the project is to analyze your personality, and that would be a good part of it, i'd like to think."

dan shook his head. "that would just make me sound weak, phil. 'oh i hate it when people tease me for my personality! my life is such a struggle !' yeah, hell no."

phil rolled his eyes. "that's not what i mean, and you know that. hey- do people even know for sure if your tears are black anyways?"

dan scoffed. "no. they don't. they just guessed because i apparently look too fucking weak for just blue tears."

"first of all, you aren't weak in the slightest. secondly, blue doesn't necessarily represent sad for tears? sure, with blue ones you are a little more prone to sadness and don't handle it too well, but doesn't it mean calm, collected and peaceful?"

"yeah, it does. but those idiots out there are just insensitive and lazy, so they just categorize blue to be sad and soppy, i guess." dan replied, then turning to face phil. "so, are you just going to say your tears are orange then?"

"yeah." phil said casually, facing dan as well. "it'd be best, don't you think?"

"sure."

phil chuckled at the slight hint of sarcasm in dan's voice, continuing to stare at the boy next to him.

after a few seconds of silence, dan awkwardly cleared his throat. "what are you staring at?"

"you."

"well, clearly." dan rolled his eyes. "but why? is there something on my face?"

"nope." phil replied, popping the p. "you're just pretty."

dan shook his head, fighting the smile that tried to make it's way onto his face. he turned away from phil and stared up at his ceiling. "fuck off."

phil laughed. "wow, you're totally welcome for the compliment."

dan just didn't reply, and he stayed staring at the ceiling, the slightest smile tugging away at his lips.

it wasn't long before phil spoke up again. "pretty pretty pretty."

"can you just shut up?"

"no, dan, you have to let me be romantic and call you cute names and kiss you too much."

"over my dead body."

phil grinned. "you have to let me make you blush and poke your dimples and hold your hand and be cheesy."

"we aren't even together!"

"we should change that."

dan was now bright red, contemplating whether to tell phil to shut up or not. there was a moment of silence before dan cleared his throat, mustering up all of the confidence he had.

"yeah. we should."

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A/N:
lmao sorry this is short riP.

qotd: favorite 1975 song?

aotd: sex. i really like the EP version.

~🌙

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