Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Thirty

A/N: sorry this is a bit later than usual, I've been pretty busy these past few weekends

I literally have no idea what to write, so this will probably end up as more or a filler than anything, sorry :/

Edit: it actually came out pretty close to the length of a normal chapter.

Dan's POV

Morning sunlight crept across the bedsheets—the color reminded me of honey. Its warmth was comforting, but it didn't fully make up for the absence of Phil, who had been there when I fell asleep.

"Phil?" Sleep still had a firm grip on my throat, making it difficult for me to raise my voice.

Grumbling to myself, I got out of bed, pulling a blanket around my shoulders. After checking the bathroom and his bedroom, I continued my search downstairs.

I found Phil in the kitchen. He was sitting quietly in a rocking chair facing the window, a coffee mug in hand. His ebony hair was sticking up in a few spots, but he still took my breath away.

"Dan?" He turned around.

I walked up behind him, draping my arms over his shoulders, "Morning," I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Good morning indeed!" A loud voice agreed from behind us.

The two of us jumped. A bit of coffee sloshed over the edge of Phil's mug and he swore quietly.

"Dad, when did you get back?" I walked over to hug my father.

"Probably about four in the morning." I felt the vibrations in his chest as he laughed. "I can't even begin to describe how jetlagged I am right now."

I looked at him with confusion, "I thought you were just going to Manchester?"

"That was the plan," Dad responded wearily, "They moved me to California at the last minute."

Phil looked thoughtful. "I've always wanted to go to Cali... What's it like?"

I laughed to myself as my father went off on a detailed description of the American state, Phil listening with deep interest.

After a very long-winded conversation, my dad realized he was late to a lunch meeting and quickly rushed out.

"I'll take you to California some day," I stated.

"That would be amazing." Phil smiled briefly, but the grin quickly fell from his face.

Memories of last night brushed my conscious mind. "How do you feel?"

"How do I feel?" Phil let out a humorless chuckle. "I feel like I mentally got hit by a bus," His tone was light, but the bags under his eyes gave away his exhaustion.

"Do you want to go out today?" I suggested, "We could get lunch somewhere."

"Fast food?" Phil suggested.

I smiled, pleased he was feeling well enough to leave the house. "I'll get the keys."

Phil driving, I was left in the passenger seat with complete control over the radio. It was only a matter of time before I had the High School Musical 2 soundtrack playing. For the first few minutes, Phil was rather annoyed when I began singing along loudly; however, he joined in only a moment later.

"Cause I don't dance!" I sang loudly.

"I say you can!" Phil added.

"Not a chance, no!"

"If I could do this well, you could do that."

"But I don't dance!"

(All credit to the High School Musical producer people, I don't own this song please don't sue me.)

Laughing loudly, the two of us continued singing various songs off the soundtrack until we made it to the restaurant, ordered food, and returned home.

...

"I don't know what I would do without fries," I moaned, taking a large bite of my food.

"Same," Phil reached over, picking a fry off my plate.

I glared at him, swatting his hand away. "You have your own food!"

"Yeah, but it tastes better when you steal them." Phil shrugged, an impish grin tugging at his mouth.

I just rolled my eyes, reclining against his chest. Somehow, we managed to find a comfortable way to lie on the couch with our food.

I went to dip my fry in the ketchup, but suddenly an idea formed in my head. "Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"You have something on your face." I dipped my finger into the sauce.

"Where?" Phil wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

"Right..." I quickly reached up, smearing ketchup across his mouth. "there."

"Dan!" Phil shrieked, grabbing a napkin and wiping it off. "Did I get it all?"

"Not quite, you missed a spot," before Phil could speak, I leaned forward and kissed him.

"I hate you," He muttered, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Running a hand through his hair, I grinned into the kiss. "I know."

Perfectly content, we continued like that for a few moments more, then finally pulled away.

"I love weekends so much... I don't want to go to school tomorrow," Phil grumbled, gently combing his fingers through my hair.

I pressed another kiss to his cheek. "Me neither. Let's drop out of school and move to Japan."

"What about money?"

I thought for a moment. "We can become strippers."

Phil's chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. "No."

"Hey," I sat up to face him, "the average stripper makes 160 pounds a night."

A look of consideration passed over Phil's face. "Tempting... but no."

I sighed, resting my head on his chest. "Fine."

With Phil's hand gently smoothing back my hair, I probably would have fallen asleep if it weren't for the loud, obnoxious ringing of his phone.

"Probably Val," Phil muttered, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

"Tell her to call later," I muttered, burying my head into his neck.

Phil held up his phone, squinting at the screen. He suddenly went rigid. "I need to take this," He muttered, pushing me off of him and standing up.

"Philly?" I grabbed his hand pleadingly but he shook me off, too distracted by the contact on his phone.

"Just give me a moment, darling," With that, he hurried out of the room.

I reclined back on the couch, which now seemed so much bigger and colder than it had been before. I briefly considered eavesdropping, but decided against it; I trusted Phil, if something was wrong, he'd tell me.

After several tense minutes, Phil returned to the room. His face was grim and he was clutching his phone tightly.

I stood up from my spot on the couch. I had heard Phil raise his voice angrily several times, but I couldn't distinguish what he was upset about.

Phil swallowed. "It's my mum..."

I didn't know much about Phil's mum, just what he had told me. To be honest, she didn't seem a whole lot better than his dad. She might not have physically harmed him, but she didn't stop his dad from abusing him either.

"What about her, is she alright?"

Phil nodded slowly, staring at the floor with an odd look on his face. "Yes, it's just... she wants to come back and talk to me. She's found a place to live in America and Dan..." He looked up, finally meeting my eyes. "I think she wants me to move in with her."

A/N: okay, so this chapter wasn't totally uneventful. (I don't think I wrote this to my full abilities tho, oops...)