broken - phan

two

Dan's POV

The new kid was erased from my mind for the rest of the day. He ignored me. I ignored him, just like every other human being. At first I hated the silence. It made me feel alone, scared. But now I embrace it. I enjoy it. It makes me feel safe. It makes me come to my senses, understand myself better. It helps me understand that the less people I talk to, the less people I get attached to, the less my heart has to break.

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Phil's POV (the night before)

I jump at the sound of glass shattering behind me, the echo piercing through my headphones.

"PHILIP MICHAEL LESTER" I hear a familiar voice shout.

I turn around to see my mother and my older sister, Elle, clutching my mum's arm with a look of regret in her eyes. I can see tears welding up as she mouths the word "sorry" before walking out my bedroom door.

"I got a call from your sister today. Right before she came home from her camping trip. We were going to celebrate tonight? Remember?"
"Mum, what's this about?" I ask hesitantly. "This" she spat.

She put down the broken half of my water glass that she was holding and whipped out her phone, immediately handing it to me. A video was pulled up on screen. Before playing it, I look up at her. Her skin was slightly tan with a light shade of red casting over it from being overheated. Her eyes a shimmering dark green, glowing from the soft moonlight peering through my window, shaped angrily. Her lips were in a pout, corners facing downwards. Something I haven't seen in a long time. She was always happy. There was a slight hint of disappointment and confusion in her eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" She asks impatiently. Her eyes meet mine for a split second before she averted her gazed back to the phone.

My fingers were shaking as I hesitantly hovered my thumb over the play button. I give one last glance at my mother who has now started to reach out for her phone back. So I press play.

The video takes place in a familiar setting. The person holding the camera is followed by 3 other people who I can't quite make their faces out. One of them slowly opens the glass door, exiting the building where most of my lectures take place. They seemed to be walking slow, trying not to be heard. You can hear one of the boys in the group chuckle while he points diagonally from where he's standing. The camera shoots up to see the back of a boy and the covered face of someone else. They are pushed against the biggest tree on campus, now bare from autumn's wrath. You can almost taste the crisp air through the video. The boy was wearing a grey pullover hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans. He has messy raven black hair. Then I realize that it's me. And that I'm kissing someone. The person has one hand going through my hair and the other on my waist. They have messy ginger curls with mostly faded streaks of lilac dye on the tips.

I look at my mom in confusion, searching for some hint of why she is showing me this in her now dull eyes. She looked disgusted. I told her awhile ago that I have a girlfriend, so seeing kissing shouldn't really be a big deal. But then it hits me. This video was filmed today.

"Sup, faggots!" Lucas spat.

I was kissing a boy.

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A/N

This may sound annoying but please vote! I want some appreciation. Just thought I'd let you know that new chapters come out... uh... sometimes a week. Sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger whoops. And I turned auto-caps back on just to write this so appreciate me :)