Phil doesn't want to go home yet. He should be home right after school, with being grounded and all, but he doesn't feel much about the consequences.
The rest of the school day had dragged on dangerously, and Phil had contemplated running out the broken fence to something other than the emotional labyrinth school had made itself into a few times in calculus. He walks down the Main Street of his town now, trying to shake the feelings from earlier.
It fails to leave him as he passes the bar he hears Dan frequents. Phil doesn't really listen to the rumours, so he can't be sure it's even the one he's looking up at. It's dingy, a red pleather looking canopy spanning to the sidewalk. He can't find any windows either.
But the curiosity takes over.
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my freudian slip - phan
Fanfictiondan howell is a mess, but so is phil lester. and for some reason- that sort of brings them together. or, the one where dan is a prostitute and phil doesn't want to come out of the closet. school au
