Phan One Shots

Im okay, i swear.

(Dan's Point Of View)

   "Mum? I uh.. I dropped out.... Yeah.. And I'm moving-"

   I dropped out

   Three words.

   Three little words that would change my life forever.

   I never quite understood when people would tell me words are stronger than any action. It always went over my head, I thought it was some stupid adult thing they'd tell me so I would watch what I say. I mean of course that never worked, do they know who they're talking to?? It was my mum who mainly told me that, too. I remember her always telling me it about once a day before I had finally met Phil and moved out with him away from all my problems.

   Turns out you can't really escape from your problems.

   I scrolled through the comments on my recent video, some comments were telling me about how funny it was, others were commenting on how gay does Dan look omg???

   I just rolled my eyes and smiled, closing the laptop. 2012 Dan would have deleted those types of comments but I wasn't that stupid anymore. I realized it was hurting the man I pushed myself away from, and now here I sat next to him, our hips practically touching.

   "Wanna go shoot a D&P Games vid?" I asked him. "It's about time Dil says hello to the internet again."

    "Sure materino!" Phil stood up and stretched then smiled. "Lets-a-go!"

  
   "Click on Dans tummy to sub to him, click on my to sub to me, click here to sub to this channel if you're new and watch these videos!" Phil shouted happily into the camera.

   "And until next time, goodbye!" He jumped up, covering the camera. I smiled at the goodbye part, he stretched out the o.

   "That was a successful Dilitha video, yeah?" He looked at me with a hopeful smile.

   "Yeah," I nodded as I stood up. "I'm gonna.. Go lay down."

   "You okay?" He frowned a little bit.

   "Yes," I lied and turned my back to him. "Just... Tired."

   "Alright..." He sighed. "Sleep well!!"

    But that night I didn't sleep.

   I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling, feeling extremely numb. I didn't quite understand what was happening to me. I wasn't sad, I has no reason to be. But for some reason I felt numb and stiff. It was getting hard to breathe, almost as if someone was shoving a pillow over my head and holding it there.

   Out of no where I choked on a sob, a really loud sob. I covered my mouth as I started bawling my eyed out. I sat up and was now in the floor with my back on to my bed, hugging my knees tightly. I couldn't breathe, could barely see, and needed my security blanket.

   I reached over to grab a plushie and threw it at the wall that separate Phil and I. It barely hit with a soft thud. I reached over, grabbing my phone and hitting the number 1 in emergency calls.

   It rung for a couple of seconds before a sleepy Phil answered saying, "Dan it's three am...."

   "Phil.." I whispered when I caught my breath for a second. There wasn't a response. Instead my door opened and arms were wrapped around me. I sobbed harder when he hugged me, I didn't know why.

   "Dan what's wrong?" He asked me in a soft tone.

   "I-I don't k-know!" I cried. "I-I-Im just so scared!"

   "I'm here.." He whispered. "I'm here."

   I didn't know when I fell asleep, or why I was in the lounge, but here I was. I sat up, looking around very confused. The pillow was damp and gross, and I wasn't sure if it was tears or drool.

   "You're awake." Phil said with a smile. He set a mug down on the table in front of me, and held his closely to him.

   "When did I fall asleep?" I asked, moving the disgusting pillow away from me.

   "After you came in here saying you didn't want to be in your room." He answered, sipping his coffee.

   I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Time?"

   "1pm." He said.

   "I slept in almost all day??" My eyes widened a bit. I didn't get any work done. Today was supposed to be a busy day for me."

   "And that's why I answered your emails for you, edited your video and now all you have to do is the thumbnail and title." He smiled.

   I sighed, hugging him. "You are truly amazing..."

   "I know," he joked, kissing my forehead before standing up. "Now get up and shower away all the sadness."

   "Okay dad." I mocked as I dramatically threw the duvet off of me and stood up.

   "I'm making breakfast!" He yelled as I stepped in the washroom. Those three words were enough to make me hurry, juuust to be sure he didn't burn anything, of course.

:" not too phanny but it's still cute. Hurt my lil ol dead heart and then made me happy again =}