Flames {phan au}

"silky hugs"

Phil:

Standing in the doorway watching Dan graze every bit of furniture. He doesn't seem to be judging me or anything. Well maybe he is, but he doesn't speak so I mean, he could be.

"Like I said, sorry it's not the most manly thing in the world. I..I just hope that you don't hate me for it." I was being truthful when I said that. I remember once when I brought one of my friends, from one of my old schools, to my house to study and they insisted on seeing my bedroom. I agreed to it and showed it to him. He laughed in my face, called me a dirty faggot, left, then told the entire school. I was bullied and tormented everyday until the day I left. I never wanted to look, or go back.

I looked over at Dan, he was shaking his head. He quickly turned around and grabbed a notebook off my desk along with a pink pen and started to write me a note.

{Stop freaking out Phil. Why would I make fun of you for this? It's amazing!}

"Huh, what. Y..you think its..cool?" I asked. Perplexed. He started to write again. Then handed the book back to me.

{Yeah! I think it's great. And you were right}

"What was I right about?" He took the book back and started to write once again.

{This was definitely NOT was what I was expecting}

I let out a laugh. I collapsed on my bed. Landing on a mountain of cushions. I really did love my room, I was just very self conscious about certain things. This was one of them. I looked over at Dan. He was still looking mesmerized at all of the objects scattered around my room. He seemed to be put into some sort of trance. Which was strange. People usually loved my house, but never my room. I was wealthy, very in fact. But I just wasn't a douche about it.  My mum is a marketing and sales director for some huge company. But she always made sure to be home when Martyn and I got back from school so she can talk with us, make us dinner, and be motherly. My father is a chief executive of some company he started. I know nothing about him, I never see him. I remember him coming to my 10th birthday and that's it. I'm 17 now. He sends me and my brother a hundred pound allowance every month. I hear my mum on the phone with him sometimes. I heard that he sends her around 5,000 pounds a month to help take care for us. Even though my father is aware that she has a job and could definitely take care of us on her own, without his money. But of course he thinks being a father is just about money. Which is false, but there's nothing I can do. He does send us a postcard once a month telling us where he is. Currently he's in America, specifically New York. Who cares about him, I have an amazing mum. And as of today, even a great new friend.

Dan:

I made my way over to Phil's wardrobe. I turn to him, waiting for permission to enter. He looks like he's deep in thought sitting on his bed. I purposely clear my throat to get his attention. It worked. He nodded. I grinned back at him. I turned back around toward his wardrobe and opened the door, it turned out to be a full on room. I walked in, and there was clothes lining all of the walls. So many colours, he can't wear them to school though, thanks uniforms. But there were so many colours, patterns, and designs. Jumpers. Hoodies. T-shirts. Jackets. Button ups. Everything in every colour you can think of. I even saw a shirt with a vanilla ice cream cone on it. There were shelves lining the walls with racks on them with shoes, and jeans on them. Then I saw something that caught my eye. It was light pink with a floral design on it. I walked over to it, I pulled it off the hanger. It was a dress. Why did he have this? Was it his mothers? Who knows with him. Its okay either way, I didn't care really. I put the silky dress back on the hanger and hung it in the closet. I turned around to see Phil in the doorway. I felt guilty.

"Umm..sorry you h..had to s..see that dr...ress." he said sounding ashamed again. He was very self conscious about everything. I hated seeing him like this. I didn't want him to feel ashamed about who he is. I rushed over to him and pulled him into a tight and loving hug. Wrapping my arms around his back. Then absentmindedly lowered them to his waist. There's the gay again. He then put his arms on my waist as well. We stood there in the moment, I wish the world would be put on pause forever so I could savoir this forever.