Craft (Dan & Phil)

Broken

Dan returned home late after another night with Chelsea. He opened the door, dreading the moment he'd have to face Phil. He was bitter from the moment he left the pub. He was slightly drunk and his thoughts on the rugged relationship he and Phil had was burning in his tipsy mind.

Dan looked up to see Phil with his hand stuck deep inside Dan's cereal again. They froze in place. Phil paled, looking ashamed with himself and slightly frightened. Dan let out an angry exasperated sigh. He'd been keeping his emotions in for so long, they both had, and tonight they all came out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sighed Dan exasperated and annoyed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Phil's shame vanished in an instant and was replaced with a burning rage that he'd kept in.

"After all I've done for you this is all you have to say!" He exclaimed angrily, dropping the box on the counter top and letting the cereal spill out. "I have done so much for you Dan and all you've done is run off with some stupid girl you found at a cemetery! Years- Dan! We've known each other for years! Am I just not good enough for you? I came back from the dead for you Daniel!"

Dan lost it.

"Well maybe I didn't want you too!" Shouted Dan back furiously. "Maybe I'm happy without you! Look at me- I've got a girl, Philip! Yeah, that's right- I've got someone other than you! I didn't ask for you to come back! I didn't tell you to come back! You came back! I never said I wanted you, Phil! Maybe you should've just stayed dead!"

If Phil's heart hadn't been broken before, it certainly was now. Tears spilled from his eyes and he shouted through them furiously.

"You kissed me!"

"I kissed you because I was a fucking emotional wreck!" Shouted Dan. "I don't like you Phil! I've never liked you! I was a complete mess when you came back!"

"You missed me!" Phil's voice had risen hysterically high as he cried.

"Yeah, I thought so too! But apparently not, cause guess what? I'm happy without you Lester!"

"Why don't you go kill me then!" Shouted Phil.

"Why didn't you just stay dead!" Yelled Dan. "I hate you! All you do is get in the way of my life! You fucking cunt!" Dan's words echoed through the dead air. Phil didn't respond, he stared at Dan his mouth agape and the silence hung between them.

"I love you," whispered Phil. He sat down shakily on the sofa and looked up at Dan through his tears. "I love you so much."

Dans face went pale and the tears stopped falling. A dark shadow passed over his face.

"Go fuck yourself Phil Lester," Dan hissed his voice dangerously calm, the tears evident in his tone. "And next time when you die, stay dead."

Dan turned and slammed the door. Their words were left burning in the air, poisoning Phil slowly in the silence.

Dan didn't come back.