Sticks and Stones {A Pastel!Dan & Punk!Phil Phanfiction}

Chapter 4: Phil

My hands grip the steering wheel tighter. The rain pouring makes it hard to drive, and I keep swerving at every turn. The windshield wipers smear the water off the glass in front of me, and my mind drifts: to school, to Louise, to Dan. God, he can be such an arse.

It's almost like he wants to get bullied.

Dan wears pink. Literally almost every day. I saw him wearing tan once, but he said that he had to do his laundry and that was all he had. What makes it worse is that he's wearing pink pullovers as well. He couldn't wear anything else?

He also wears a cross necklace all the time. He mentioned his father was a preist or a minister or something, but that doesn't mean you should go broadcast your religion everywhere.

I don't broadcast that I'm an atheist.

I slam on the brakes as I turn into Louise's dorm parking lot and glide into a spot towards the front. Slamming the car door, I walk up to the dorm and let myself inside.

I open the door to her dorm and poke my head inside. "Louise? You wanted to see me?"

She was sitting on her bed with her arms folded and legs crossed. "Yeah." She didn't look happy. "Sit down, Phil."

I sit in the lazy chair by her bed.

"Look, Phil, you're a nice guy, and I like you, but... do you know what yesterday was?"

"Huh?" I say. "It was Tuesday, if that's what you're asking."

"Hah," she said, and half laughed too. "I should've known. I should have been less optimistic. I can't believe you forgot. Again."

I look at her quizzically.

"Dear god, yesterday was our anniversary, Phil! I can't believe you forgot for the fourth year in a row."

My mind is racing. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

I try to force out an apology but I can't speak correctly. I know how this is going to end. "Phil, I can't keep doing this anymore! It's like our relationship means nothing to you! Like I mean nothing to you!"

My chest is heavy. "Louise, I-I-"

"No," she says, and her voice turns to ice. "No more apologies. No more excuses, and no more forgetting. I'm done. I can't take this. We're through, Phil."

"What?! Louise, you can't just-"

"Oh sure as hell I can. Now get out of my dorm, before I throw you out the window myself."

"Louise-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT, PHIL! WE'RE OVER!"

I jump out of the chair and race out the door.

Down the steps, taking two at a time, I trip on the last step. God, I'm such a mess. Flinging open my car door, I release all the tension in my body and just let go. My phone buzzes from the cup holder.

Dan: Where are you? We have tutoring today.

Phil: not really feeling up to it rn...

Dan: What do you mean, "not feeling up to it"? We have to study for that English test you have next week!

Phil: yeah i know but im not feeling too well today
Phil: couldnt we just do this tomorrow

Dan: Physically not well or emotionally not well?

Phil: mostly emotional but my chest hurts too

Dan: Come over to my dorm.

Phil: what?