it felt wrong but so right
Dan looked up at the night sky above them, them being Phillip Michael Lester, his very first best friend. They both lay there in the grass feeling itchy because the grass wouldn't leave their bare dirty summer feet alone. Phil took out his phone swiftly and opened up his camera, taking pictures of the beautiful sight.
Everything was so perfect, except it wasn't, because Dan felt something that night in the dirty summer grass barefoot with Phillip Michael Lester. He felt that love shit again, he blushed at the thought of it. Surely this wasn't normal, it must be some teen phase he was sill going through, I mean it's not like he can't ask Phil out either, it would be wrong, it could be wrong, right?
boys aren't supposed to like boys that way
but they do.
Dan knew Phil was bisexual, he told him himself. "You don't have to still be my friend, Dan." Phil told him, Dan quickly giving reasons why he would be his friend no matter what. Now they're holding hands together, did I forget to mention that, the holding hands part? That's what gave Dan a little sign that the love he was feeling, was mutual. He loved that.
He didn't know what they were, they were just like this. He had to ask so why not now? Words started falling off of Dan's tongue before he could think of a good smart way to say anything. He didn't like when emotions toppled over his usual chilled mood. "Phil? What is..us, what are we?" Phil shifted, putting his phone back in his pocket. "I like the think we're untitled, we're not categorized as 'the gay couple' or the 'spaced out' ones. I was hoping you'd like it too."
"I do."
"Okay, bear."
They were untitled, Dan liked the sound of that.
omG short chapter i know bUT it's 4:00 am and i must sleep, if you're reading this, thank and have a wonderful day/night, there's more to come v soon so don't worry
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wishing life away - phan au
Fanfictionlove is like rum, you drink it down and you feel amazing, you get that sizzling warm feeling in your tummy, that's hat love tastes like, you throw it up a few hours later and decide that's what love feels like. TW: swearing, abuse? maybe, I intend...