Frozen Soldiers (Phan)

This Boy | 5

Phil's POV:

Well, this is terrifying in every way possible. I look at the suddenly larger seeming sea of people in the cafeteria seeing nothing but metallic bracelets and glowing gems. Dan and his mum are arguing about me not having a bracelet to get lunch. 

"We can't just give them to a random Natural," she says, sounding exasperated. "A what?" Dan asks. "A Natural, people without powers," she explains as if it was obvious. "Wait, so this is so common you actually came up with names for this crap," Dan says, throwing his hands up. "Uh, yes. You're called a Singular," she says shrugging. "What idiot came up with these names," Dan asks rolling his eyes. [Don't mind me as I insult myself in my own story.] "I don't know, they've just always been that way," she says. "Oh well, that's a great reason to blatantly accept something," Dan says with so much sarcasm I almost laugh even though there fighting. 

"These people saved you, you should be grateful," she scolds. "Oh, thank you so much for drugging me and dragging me to this secret agency filled with people who have 'powers'. Which I might mention Phil doesn't have and is in more danger the longer we stand in this room full of people neither of us knows. So you know what? Maybe I'd be more grateful if you'd start explaining this shit and stopped endangering the people I love! " He yells and the entire room goes quiet, looking at us. 

"Oh fuck off," Dan says to them with so much hostility that every single one of them turns back to what they were doing, the room a little quieter now. "Is this what this is about? You think you love this boy and that's what's stopping you from accepting this? He doesn't matter to you as much as you think he does," She says throwing an extremely hateful glare at me. 

"This boy?" Dan starts to laugh, "This boy has shown me more compassion in the past two months that I've known him than you have your entire miserable existence. This boy has saved me from a path of self-destruction that I was on because of you. You abandoned me when life got rough and this boy was there for me in my darkest moments. This boy has a name and that's Phil and I love him ten times more than I ever will you. And why does it matter if he's a guy or not? Huh? You tried to hide me a dark closet my entire life so people wouldn't know who I was. You threw me away when I needed you the most. So I think you lost the right to decide who I get to love when you stopped loving me," Dan looks like he could kill her right now but he also looks like he's been wanting to say that for a while so I can't bring myself to stop him. Both me and his mum are shocked speechless. 

He spins around snatching up my hand and dragging me out of the room back to where he slept last night. "Dan, calm down," I try to reason with him as he storms down the corridor. He doesn't listen just continues on his path of rage down the hall, taking me with him. 

We reach his room and it takes about 2.5 milliseconds to push me in and slam the door. Then I'm against the wall and his lips are on mine and I have no idea how I got here or what's going on and under any other circumstances I would've loved it but he's doing this for the wrong reasons. He tastes like mint and fresh air somehow and the heat radiating off his hands that are on my shoulders is the most inviting thing I've ever felt. But his fingers squeeze just a little too hard and I can taste his tears on my lips. "Dan...you...should...stop," I try to say in between his mouth and the few gasps of air I get. He ignores me, keeping my back pressed against the wall and his hands gripped on my hips. 

I get frustrated and suddenly our positions are flipped and I'm in control. "No, Dan. No," I say against his mouth. He tries to lean forward but I don't let him. "You need to calm down," I say. "I was trying to," he pouts. "I will gladly help you calm down, any day, and I would do anything to help you but not like this. This isn't dealing with the problem, it's avoiding it," I say sternly. He looks down, a tear slipping off his cheek. 

"It's okay," I say, wrapping my arms around him, "Everything's going to be okay, I promise." He buries his face into my shoulder and I feel the urge to protect him from the rest of this god awful world that's left him so defeated. "I love you," I whisper. "I love you too," he says and it almost comes out as a whimper. I pull away to kiss him again, this time more slowly and he melts into me. I feel his heartbeat slow against my chest, his arms lacing themselves around my neck. When he pulls away the fire in his eyes are gone and his face has paled back to its usual color. 

He looks at me for few seconds before asking, "How old were you when you got your lip ring." I stare at him for a few seconds before we both burst out laughing. "That was the weirdest question you could have possibly asked," I say, still having my arms curled around his waist. "I don't know, I think it was about two years ago," I say, bitting the black metal thoughtfully. "I like sixteen-year-old you's thought process," he says. "Why?" I ask. "Because it's fun to play with," he says, leaning over to nip at the ring. I laugh. "You're so weird," I say, rolling my eyes. "We have to have something in common," he giggles, like actually fucking giggles. I swear it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen.