Phil sighed as he leaned his against the bathroom stall inside of his father's car dealership. Not his father's ideal job, but it was the only available job after his wife left him with his son.
Phil's blue eyes trailed up to word written in permanent marker on the top of the door.
FAG.
Just three little letters were enough to bring tears to Phil's eyes. When he'd showed his dad, who was speaking to a representative of some car brand—Phil couldn't remember which. Mr. Lester just shoved a bucket filled to the brim with mop water, saying, "Clean it."
So now here Phil was, getting his glasses wet with little tears. Taking out his phone, he was surprised to see that he'd had three unread messages from Dan.
YOU ARE READING
The Spoon Fic // phan
Fanfictiondannotdaniel: who is this philadelphia: baby I'm a nightmare dressed like a day dream <3 dannotdaniel: are you quoting Taylor swift? philadelphia: shit i knew that would turn you off dannotdaniel: no, it's kind of cute.
