Fiona //phan AU

6

Phil

"Why did you run?" I asked 

"You first," Dan responded. "Why do you have blood on your head?" 

"Um, m-my dad." 

"Oh," is all he says. 

We sit there for a little bit in awkward silence. I am staring at my hands in my lap and out of the corner of my eye I see that he is look up at the stars. Well, actually, it's a cloudy night, so he's really just looking up at the clouds. 

"What about you?" trying again to get an answer out of him. 

"I-I, um, I don't really want to share," Dan says, now looking down to his feet. 

"You made me tell!" I defend. 

"Yeah, you gave me the vaguest response I have ever heard!" He spits back. 

I mumble a 'whatever' and cross my arms, pouting slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at me and smirking, trying to hold back laughter. I turn to him, an angry expression on my face. Well, as angry as I can make it. 

"What?" I say, pouting even more. 

"Do you think you look angry?" He asks, still smirking. 

"Why wouldn't I? I am angry!" 

"You don't look angry," he simply responds, "you look like a sad puppy." 

I go to protest but he's already stood up and walking away. I let out a huff and just sit there for a minute. 

"Well, aren't you coming, sad puppy?" I hear Dan ask from 10 feet away. 

"Coming? What?" I ask, utterly confused, but I still find myself standing up and running after him. 

"Dan," pant, "where the-" pant, "hell are we going?" I ask in between me catching my breath.

"You'll see," he says, "C'mon!" he whispers violently. 

"Not until you tell me where we are going!" I say, crossing my arms and pouting again. 

Dan just laughs and grabs my hand to pull me foreword. We walk about a half of a mile until we finally stop in front of a small building. A cafe. 

"Is this it?" I ask raising an eyebrow. 

"Yep." 

"You can let go of my hand now." 

"Oh, right, sorry," he blushes and I smile. 

"Why the fuck did you bring me to a cafe?" I ask. 

"It's my mom's cafe, I have a key and I'm hungry," he responds, shrugging. 

"It's literally passed midnight now, aren't we going to get in trouble?" I whisper angrily. 

"Nope! I do this all the time, it's not like I'm breaking in, I basically own the place," He grabs the key and unlocks the back door, holding it open for me to step inside. 

"Oh hell no! I am not gonna go inside. How do I know this is actually your mom's cafe? She's a counselor! How can she own a cafe too? How do I know you're not gonna murder me?" I spit out. 

"Whoa there, Philly, I promise you, this is my mom's cafe! She only owns the building and the name. She's a pretty good juggler of jobs. Plus, she has two kids to feed, we need the money somewhere, you know about my dad." His face drops and I swear I see tears in his eyes. 

"Y-you don't have to talk about him if you don't want to. I know I never want to talk about my dad, it's too embarrassing." I assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jerks his shoulder forcing my hand to drop and turns away from me.