The Game of Life {Completed}

Nine

"Hey, Phil?" I said timidly. We were laying back on the blankets now. It started getting dark, so Phil graciously took off the roof so we could lay back on the blanket and look up at the stars.

"Yeah?"

"W-what are we? Are we friends, are we..." I felt embarrassed having to ask the question. Why was I even asking? I was stupid for thinking we were anything more than friends.

"What do you want us to be?" He asked, turning on his side and propping himself up on his arm.

"I-I don't know." I looked over at him and watched as he slowly started to move in closer. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips ghost over mine for a moment before they connected passionately. His hands moved to my waist, where he pulled me on top of him. I let out a small yelp, causing him to yelp before he kissed me more. His hands stayed on my waist while mine moved to cup his cheeks. I'd never kissed anyone like this, nor had I ever imagined to. It was so new, but amazing.

"Dan," Phil said once we'd broken apart, my head on his chest.

"Hm?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?" I looked up at him, smiling down at me. I got up, moving close so My nose was touching his.

"Yes," I whispered, reconnecting our lips. His hands fisted up my t-shirt at my sides, and he broke away for a moment.

"Dan, do you want to go further?" Further? I'd never even kissed anyone until Phil, much less done anything with someone. God, I'd never even masturbated. I shook my head slowly, hesitantly.

"It's okay, love, I won't push you." God, he was amazing. He kissed me once more, longingly, lovingly. I moved off of him so that I was on my side, arm across his body and head on his chest.

"Goodnight, my prince," Phil said.

"Goodnight, Phil."

I woke up to the song Fuck You by Lily Allen playing from my phone, telling me it was my dad calling. Shoot, shoot shoot shoot. I shot up from the ground, waking Phil in the process, to get my phone.

"Hello?" I said with a worried tone. Phil gave me a curious look and mouthed 'who is it?' I didn't answer before my dad's voice boomed from the speaker.

"Daniel fucking Howell, where the hell are you?" Why do you suddenly care?

"I, uh, I-I'm with a friend," I said, looking at Phil.

"When the fuck did you get permission to go out? I've been telling you all goddamn week to clean this fucking house, so you don't do shit and then do out with some fucking friend that probably doesn't give a damn about you? You're a fucking pathetic excuse for a son. I want you ass home now, and you're going to clean this goddamn house. Don't think you won't be punished." With that, he hung up. I sat there, holding the silent phone to me ear, a small tear running down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, but not quick enough to keep Phil from noticing.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Phil asked as he sat up, placing a hand on my back.

"I-I, I need to go, Phil. I need to go right now." I quickly scrambled to put on my shoes while Phil put his shirt and shoes back on. I climbed out of the fort and started walking back to the car, Phil calling my name behind me.

"Dan, Dan please, wait, what's the matter?"

"I'm dead, Phil, that's what's the matter!' I shouted, turning to face him. I had tears beginning to fall down my cheeks now, my eyes red and fuzzy.

"Dan, love, I need you to tell me what's wrong."

"Ph-Phil, i, I just need to get home, now." I said calmer, wiping away the tears. Phil just nodded, knowingly unsatisfied, before taking my hand and leading me to his car.