Broken//Phan

Ch. 6

[Phil POV]

I wake up to my alarm playing Rat A Tat through the room. It helps me get into a good mood in the morning. As I go to turn it off and feel Dan stirring awake. He rests his head on my shoulder while yawning.

"Thank... Thank you for last night. I-I don't usually have someone to help me." He says, his voice groggy.

It's kind of cute. Woah Phil, get a hold of yourself! You can't deny how cute he is. Like just look at him. True, very true.

I snap out of my little 'trance' and begin drawing circles on his back with my thumb.

"Don't worry about it. I love to help people, no matter how big or small the problem, but most don't let me. I-" Dan places a finger over my lips.

"Shh. You don't need to talk." I freeze.

Did... Did I do something wrong?

He probably doesn't like me actually.

Y-yeah, he probably only stayed for shelter.

"Shit! Phil, I didn't mean-" he cuts himself off. He breaks out of my grip and sits on the couch, head in his hands.

"D... Dan?" I kneel infront of him. He curls himself up into a ball, almost like it's his closest attempt to hiding away from everything. I hear Dan mumbling little insults.

"Dan why don't you just listen to your father? All you are is a fuck-up and all you do is hurt people!"

"Dan that isn't true. Not to me at least."

"Well Phil, you barely know me. And as cool and nice as you are, I'm scared to get closer to you. You'll figure out what I am really like. You'll leave. You'll just run away. Or, you will stay and mock me. Make me feel like I really am just nothing. Just like Pj did."

P-Pj?? Nonononono no no!! Pj Ligouri?? Crap crap crap! Isn't he the other new kid that moved here a few weeks ago. Shi- rubbish fu- far out! I try to brush it off.

"I.. I promise I won't." After a few minutes of silence, I decide to speak up once again. "So we have school once again today... Do you want to go to a coffee shop for breakfast? We have like an hour and a half so,"

"Oh... Um yeah okay"

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We walk out the door but Dan's jaw drops.

"Phil, dude, I know this place!" Kind of confused, I just watch him look around the neighbourhood. When it obviously hit him, he face palmed and I heard a little "Shit..."

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Half way to the coffee shop, Dan stops in his tracks.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshit fucking dicks in a bag shitting down my leg fu-"

"Dan... What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Only the fact that I didn't get the chance to straighten my hair and I have a mop on my head! It's beginning to rain and I look like a fucking hobbit!"

"Dan, you don't need it, it looks fi-"

"Phil you don't understand! I-"

"I don't think you understand" I poke his nose when I say 'you'. "That you look adorable with it," I slap my hand over my mouth and feel blood rush to my cheeks. He goes bright pink. Why did I say that?

"I-I mean u-uh um-"

"Phil don't stress it," He says, grabbing my shoulder. "It's normal to find people adorable." I see the look in his eyes, and they are easy to read what he is thinking.

But not me. Who would find me anymore than an ugly worthless piece of shit?

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A/N: Omfg Philip Michael Lester!! Happy frick frack frikken birthday my little child! I can't believe he's 30 already wow.

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Love ya Philly <3 You are one of my idols. I wish I could be as positive as you seem. Hope you (and everyone else too) are having a fantastic and swell day :D