POLARIZE (Phan)

strawberries.

(Phil's POV)

I am

I wrote on the paper. Dan was a special one. I wondered why he called me and Louise annoying then talked to us like normal. I wondered why he told Charlie to leave us alone, although Charlie was his friend, and he didn't know us. Most of all, I wondered why Dan said that.

It was awfully rude, but he wasn't wrong. I never understood why anyone believed in any God. Did they only think that way because their parents thought them so? Were they not willing enough to gather facts and form their own opinions? Regardless, I would never be as hostile as Dan was. It was still their beliefs and I respect that.

I ponder often of something great. Thoughts swirled in my mind of Dan. I could understand why he wouldn't want to admit his sexuality. I could get him not wanting to tell anyone, but he also never denied. Interesting. I hesitated before writing the word too.

I understood that it was rude to assume that just because he supported gay rights, he was. But that wasn't why I wrote it. I wrote it because if he can't deny it, it's most likely the truth, and if it was the truth I wanted to let him know he wasn't alone. He had me. Even if everyone in the world turned against him he would always have me; the annoying, over energetic, irrelevant boy.

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"Why can't you just be normal?" I heard loud unhealthily fast breaths from the bathroom stall. "Why?" The voice sobbed. I recognized the voice and cautiously knocked on the stall door. "Dan?" I asked quietly. The sobs quickly silenced and all that could be heard was loud breathing an sniffles. My heart flipped. "Dan, it's Phil. Please let me in." I pleaded.

Dan opened the door, grabbing my arm and quickly pulling me inside the stall. "Are you okay?" My eyes focused on him as he quickly locked the door. His eyes were red and glossy, his cheeks and nose dark pink. His already full bottom lip was pouted slightly and vibrant red as if he had been biting it. He hyperventilated as he leaned his head back against the wall.

Tears streamed down his face, his Addams Apple moving in his throat as he gulped. He looked absolutely beautiful, but in pain. I felt the overwhelming need to comfort him. To wrap him in my arms and tell him it'll be okay. So I did. "It's okay, baby, calm down." The words felt so natural as the spilled from my lips. Dan rested his head on my shoulder and my fingers slowly ran through the soft brown hair. He began hiccuping, his entire fragile body trembling and jutting unevenly. "Shhhhh, Dan, calm down. You're fine baby, I promise. Just calm down." I cooed.

His body fell limp against mine, yet his arms wrap around me like his life depended on it. "Phil..." His voice was muffled by my shirt but I could still here his angelic voice. He lifted his head to make eye contact with me. His brown eyes twinkled something special and his pupils widened and shrank as if a camera focusing.

"I just want to be normal." He whispered. Suddenly everything became too much. The slight curl of his soft hair and the beautiful chocolate eyes, his plump lips trembling as if he was a lost child in a store, and the tear drops rolling down his face whispering for me to help. My face subconsciously moved closer to him, not stopping until our lips were less than a centimeter apart. "We're not normal." I stated, lips brushing against his. "We can never be."

I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against his, feeling the world lock into place and for a moment everything was right. It felt as if pure bliss had seeped out of his mouth, melting into mine and making my head spin. For a moment we parted, staring into each other's eyes before closing them once more to reconnect our lips.

He was gentle, a sort of feather touch that's so sweet and perfect you wish you had more. I tilted my head to an angle, making it easier to lock lips. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, quietly moaning at the feeling of it; softer than silk. He parted his lips slightly, leaving me room to slip my tongue in. We kept the pace slow and steady, his scent of strawberries for some odd reason. Not that I was complaining about anything, he was perfect.

In the distance I heard the bell ring, alerting us that we should be in class already, but by this time I was too far gone. About twenty seconds later Dan pulled apart, a shiny coat of our mixed saliva covering both of our lips. "Dan, why do you smell like strawberries?" His eyes fluttered open. He gave the biggest and only smile I've ever seen on him, showing off his adorable dimples.

Well I feel pretty damn proud of this chapter if I do say so myself. Thanks for reading (is anyone actually reading this, btw?) and please please please please comment, I want to know how I did and what you think of the story so far. Thanks again, bye!