Trapped//Phan

Twenty Eight

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That one made Phil's day, because Phil has been waiting for it, for such a long time. Phil waited, seconds now seemed like hours as he tried to tell himself to be patient, but that didn't work. Excitement, and also dread, built up inside him.

He wondered if he looked like a stalker, and that was Phil's last thought.

Click.

The sound of a door unlocking, beautiful sound is it not? The sound of the door knob slowly turning, the rigid, rusty, and rough metal squeaks murdered the torturous silence. The door opening, slowly,ten times slower than Phil thought it could ever be. Loud and obnoxious creaking and squealing. The door opened just enough to see half of Dan's face, just half, but that was more than enough. And the door seemed to be opening a lot faster now.

It revealed dead eyes,and a pale body. Paler than before. Phil's excitement turned into concern,though he tried not to show it too much.

"Dan." Phil spoke after a couple intense moments of staring at each other.

"Y-Yeah?" Dan responded, his voice was barely audible. Dan quickly moved his eyes to the floor, staring at the cement behind Phil's shoes.

"A-I-Well-" Phil exhaled, it seemed like a whole different language communicating with Dan. Phil never knew what to say or how to say it. Phil wracked his brain and collected every word he knew and put them into random order. Phrase after phrase after phrase,but nothing seemed to make sense to Phil, nothing seemed to be good enough to say aloud.

Why am I even here?

Phil asked himself.

Was I worried about Dan?
Our friendship?
Was saying sorry that important?

"I'm-" Phil inhaled. "Dan, I'm sorry." And Phil turned around.

"I know, you've already said." Dan deadpanned.

Phil smiled sadly and stopped, shaking his head at the ground. "No, not for that-well especially for that- but no. I mean for coming here." And Phil continued walking, beating himself up inside.

"Thank you." Dan called after him, his voice was soft, almost as if he regretted saying it as soon as it came out.

Phil looked at Dan before driving away, and flashed him a smile, body language for whatever Dan needs it to mean. Dan turned around and closed the door. The tension seemed to be gone, but unresolved feelings were still being tossed in the air. However, they both knew resolving these feelings to soon would cause a bigger fight, so they both mutually, but silently, decided to give each other time.

Dan thought how strange it was that in five awkward minutes you could do so much without saying a word. And honestly that was the best way of communicating, to solve a problem without speaking a word. But now he would have to wait, let time pass by.

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Dan sat on his bed, his back slumped and his head rested on his head. Dan thought, and thought, waiting in the quiet. However this time it wasn't slow, dreadful, dull, impatient, and empty. No. It was peaceful, thoughtful, and silent. This time away from each other was almost nice, because they both knew they would speak to each other soon, they knew their relationship wasn't over, and neither hoped it would be over anytime soon.

This time Dan knew what day it was, he knew how much time had passed, and he remembered when he last slept. It was a little better, and strange how it all fixed itself quickly. But as always, there was confusion.

Dan was okay, in this moment of life he felt fine, but if there was a button to make everything go away, he wouldn't hesitate even for a millisecond. However Dan attempted not to focus on this, instead he ran through every scenario that could happen when he and Phil start talking again. Good and bad, awkward and comfortable, sad or happy, and neutral (some were involuntarily spoken aloud). He did this multiple times in every way possible, and was the middle of doing this a second time when he heard something familiar. His ears perked and his head jerked up, his mind threw up as he looked for the source of the sound. It happened again.

Ding.
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HIT 1K TYSM!!!!!!!

HAPPY 2017.

Let's be real 2016 was pretty shit.