* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *

The ecstacy of rest

The boys continued to stay the path at a moderate gait. Only thirty minutes later both of their eyes met a small shack in the woods.
"'Zat it?" Questioned the boy with auburn hair.
"Yup" answered the boy with shining teal eyes.
The two stumbled clumsily over vines and branches in the forgotten woodland until they were stood directly in front of the humble abode, cloaked in green. The pair hoisted their secretly exhausted legs up the steps only to find a rusted lock. A series of them, actually.
"Shit"said the boy with Carmel eyes
"Crap" said the onyx haired boy.
"Wait!" Exclaimed Dan as he surprisingly energetically jumped off the covered porch and into the bushes. He returned with a large, grey rock. He walked up to the locks and valiantly hit them repetitively with the stone until they broke off. Whilst the brown haired boy discarded the rock, his partner in crime pushed against the door, which had also been held shut by multiple layers of lichen and moss. Phil burst through the door, stumbling on his way to find himself in what was actually a small train station. There were many filthy windows which lined the wooden walls, filtering the sunlight, giving the room a chartreuse glow. In the center was a small, rounded table with two chair which almost seemed to be supporting it in a rough time. They were so close to the sides, so neat and symmetrical. The bed was stiffly made, and covered with a large painting cloth. The wood burning stove, icebox, and sink were covered as well. A small cupboard, assumingely a pantry or storage for clothes sat in between the bed and the stove. Who ever had left this place, cared about it deeply. As the boys moved further into the room, they were able to see everything Moses clearly as before, the dust of the glade had fogged their view. Upon closer inspection they had both discovered that there was a small leather bound journal on the table.
"S-shall we?" Inquired Dan.
"Yes" answered Phil.
The boy with obsidian hair opened to the first chapter of this persons life and thumbed through the rest, his pools of eyes scanning each page carefully until he reached the end of the journal. The last chapter:

My time as a conductor has come to an end. I must leave this place and find a new home, a new life, a new love. I am not informing anyone of my absence, for I do not think I will be missed. My only job for five years has been to check the track and make sure they are still functional. They're always functional. No train has travelled them in three years. And if you find this journal feel free to stay in the house. I tried to leave it in good condition. There are some items in the cupboard that cannot expire. Canned goods, rations you know, campy foods. The shack has been paid for by the government, and I am sure that they are unaware of my leaving, so there should still be running water and electricity. Enjoy the home, Goodbye.  

Both of the boys had finished reading at the same time and when the connections set in they both looked each other in the eye. They both had comforts for the first time in a long while. Two grins spread across their faces. They scampered over to the cupboard and found what looked like hundreds of jars of canned peaches, corn, and beans. They had found an oasis in a desert. They ripped the cloths off of the furniture and cleaned the shack up with the supplies they found in the cupboard. After their cleaning they looked around at their handiwork. After about three hours of cleaning... the house still looked like total garbage!  But for some reason this didn't bother the boys. At this point anything was home. And besides, the house wasn't ugly, just pretty in a unique way. The boys felt a connection with this house now.

"Dan?"
"Y-yes Phil?"
"How long do you wanna stay here?"
"I-I dunno"
"I was thinking maybe a little longer than a night."
This shocked the boy. Why would anyone want to be around him for that long? He didn't know how to respond. Could he even trust Phil to stay with him? Or would he ditch? Even if it was just the house that Phil had wanted to stay with, Dan had a gut feeling that they had both been quite lonely and enjoyed the companionship.
Dan hadn't responded as he was still thinking it through.
" I was just thinking, because... well... neither of us have been with any humans in quite a while... and I don't know... I guess i just thought it would be nice to have someone else around... just for a little while... I don't really know-"
"Phil. I would love to" the first words Dan had spoken without a stutter, because he was sure of himself this time. And as the words fell out, Dan's guard came down for the first time in a long, long, time.
Their lips parted and spread and they both smiled at each other, staring deep into the other persons eyes. This is what home felt like.