my freudian slip - phan

xxvii.

Dan looks down at the grade. 97%. He mutters an almost unintelligible ohmygod.

He looks up to see Phil mouthing a what did we get?

There's an idea.

Dan grimaces slightly to bravado and shrugs his shoulders. Later.

Phil's eyes grow. What did we get?

He laughs. Later.

It looks like Phil is about to murder someone. I hate you.

The rest of class continues in discussing grades, the general trends of the class and what not. Dan makes sure to slip out fast, thankful that his desk is so close to the front door.

And here comes Phil.

"Oh my god- Just tell me already," he whispers.

Dan can barely contain his smile. He can see it start to spread to Phil too, and it makes him that much happier. Dan fancies they're shining like the sun.

"What-did-we-get-you-absolute-tease?" He pushes Dan playfully.

"A 97%"

"Oh my God." Phil's in near disbelief. "Oh my God," he repeats.

"I know." The smiles they're giving each other are contagious. Before Dan knows it, he's giggling slightly, and bringing Phil into a tight hug.

They're so caught up in the moment Phil forgets that they're actually in a hall. Surrounded by kids. At school.

Dan's arms are so tight around him and Phil's smile just as strung, he doesn't want it to end, he sees the finish of it only a reason to further it.

So he kisses him.

It's short. Dan's hands are still zipper tight on Phil's back but the quickness of kiss makes Dan's hands falter, waving to his hair before he pulls away. "Phil?"

The second his lips are off his Phil pales. "Oh my god. I-I" He looks around wildly.

The halls are staring like the two were at the stake. Their effigy inspires some to look down or be embarrassed, others shocked and a few sickly laughing.

Dan just shakes his head. "Are you okay?" He whispers, "Do you want to leave?"

Phil can't think straight. "Uh-" He decides to look at Dan, it's easier to focus on him rather than the classmates around them. Someone starts laughing.

Dan ignores it too. He's afraid to touch him, but keeps the eye contact in some attempt to calm him down. The seconds feel like hours.

Phil blinks a few times. It just happened. He doesn't know how. It just did.

It's a Freudian slip. A Freudian kiss. His slip of the lips.