The Garden of Galaxies

Chapter 10- Truth or Dare to Stare

A/n: possible trigger warnings: panic attacks mainly

Dan's POV:

"LET'S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!!!!" Phil exclaimed after a second of trying to think of what we could play. I smiled fondly and nodded, agreeing. He excitedly pulled me towards my bed and we sat down on the floor. He sat criss crossed across from me. I stared back meekly.

Everytime I look at his lips all I see is Cat kissing them; and him smiling into it. He looked so happy kissing her. I felt tears prick my eyes. Why do I have to like him? Why does he have to like her why do I have be al-

"Dan?" Phil whispered as he placed a hand on mine. I look up at him to see concern fill his eyes.

"I'm fine."

Phil didn't seem to believe me, he scanned my face before lurching forward and hugging me for what felt like the hundredth time. No matter the number, it still felt like the first. It made my heart race so fast I thought it'd leap out of my chest at any given moment. As he pulled back I was about to pull him back in, planning on spending the remainder of the evening doing so. I knew better though, teenage boys don't hug for hours. Especially not when one is openly gay and likes the other. Things spill...

"Let's start, it'll get your mind off things." Phil warmly suggested as I nodded and looked at his eyes. Beautiful. "I'll start. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." I said not hesitating.

"Okay, have you ever eaten food off the ground?" He asked curiously.

I laughed quietly. "What?"

"That's the question! Answer it!" He giggled which made me laugh even more.

"Yeah, I guess I have," I answered shaking my head. I watched as he pulled a yuck face but I ignored it. "Truth or dare, Philly?"

"Dare!" He exclaimed before shushing himself, remembering the circumstances. "Dare." He whispered.

I thought about it for a second. What's a good dare?

I looked around my room before my eyes landed on my sketchbook. Perfect.

"I dare you to draw me." I smiled mischievously.

"I can't draw though... this isn't fair!!" He argued.

"That's the point!" I retorted as I grabbed it from a few feet away and handed it to him, open on a blank page with a ball point pen.

He huffed as he took it before smiling and looking up at me laughing.

"What?" I laughed.

"Just the face you make when you do something even slightly rebellious. It was a sucky dare but your face made it seem like you told me to drink toilet water while naked. It's cute." He laughed and shook his head as he drew me.

My cheeks flushed bright red. Whether it was the naked or the cute part was anyone's guess.

"Just hurry up and finish, asshole." I muttered.

He turned it around, no doubt trying to copy me from before, to show a stick figure with blushed cheeks, a fringe, a scowl, and what appears to be a dimple in the form of a sad face. I looked up at him as he gleamed.

"It's my masterpiece, a true work of art." He said proudly sticking his nose in the air. I laughed and looked back at it.

"You need to sign it so no one steals it like, damn, I don't think I can resist stealing it a putting my own name on it!" I tutted.

He smiled and turned it back around and signed it.

"There, perfect." He said handing me the sketchbook back to look at his signature. How could a signature be so beautiful? I admired it for what felt like forever. It's just a stick figure but Phil made it, and it was of me. For even just 5 minutes he thought about me and how red my face gets. Stupid facing getting red, you're the reason we can't have nice things around anymore.