Note: Dan and Phil are teens so
I'm not weird please don't judge me I don't usually write phanfic xD
Phil POV:
It was cold, however the gentle breeze comforted me deeply as my feet trudged in the sand. I wasn't sure where I was going, I just knew that I had the moon the guide me. Waves crashed on the shore quietly, sounding of static in the night air. Moonlight illuminated the beach I stumbled down, but refused to show the world my face.
Dark covered my pale skin and blended into my pitch black hair that shone with the white light in the sky. The constant brush of wind felt like pins and needles down my arm, causing a shiver and a smile of chill. The coolness of the air felt like home, pushing me as I continued stepping along the side of the beach.
I groaned as my bag pulled on my shoulders but the pain didn't bother me. The weight of clothes and other essentials sagged in my bag, and I readjusted for what seemed like the hundredth time. I didn't look back, wanting to forget the home I was running away from.
However the peace didn't last long as I stumbled upon a hidden object in the grains of sand, causing me to fall to my knees. I yelled out, and wiped the sand from my eyes from beneath my glasses.
"Stupid rock..." I grumbled to myself, kicking the object away as I stood again. Shaking sand from my hair and brushing my arms I caught a glimpse of a figure not too far from where I stood. I cocked my head to the side, pulling my thoughts together as to what I should do.
The figure sat, hunched into itself and seated on a rock or log; I couldn't tell in the darkness that shadowed the beach. I took a breath and walked to the silhouette.
•••
I heard shudders, sniffling and coughs as I approached the sitting shadow. I came closer and stood but a few meters away from it. I froze awkwardly, holding the straps of my bag with cold fingers.
I swallowed and decided to speak.
"Hello?" My voice called out, causing the shape in the dark to jerks its head, finally revealing itself in the moonlight.
A slightly freckled face stared at me widely, glistening brown eyes shone with thin tears. Bouncing brown curls rested on his forehead as he stared in shock, like a deer in headlights. His hands suddenly jerked to his eyes, wiping the streams of tears from his rosy cheeks with a seemingly pink sleeve; which might I add was a shirt much to big for his fitting.
I went closer and he stood, taking a step back from me when I approached. I raised my hand up, trying to show I was safe.
"Hey look, it's alright. I'm not old or anything creepy don't worry." He sniffed, wiped his eyes a last time and nodded. I put my hand to my side and put my bag onto the soft sand.
I brushed my black hair, strand of blue gleaming in the moonlight, out of my eyes. He suddenly stuck a hand out, plastering a smile on his reddened face.
"Uh.. h-hi," I looked at his hand, and slowly reached mine out.
I took his hand gently and shook it lightly, careful not to startle him any more.
"Hi... I'm Phil."
•••
"So..." he talked quietly, sitting on the log beside me. "You're running away?" He glanced to my bag and I shrugged.
"I dont know I guess so." I brushed the question off, resting my cheeks in my hands and staring at the water before us.
"Isn't," he turned to me, "isn't that kind of serious?" He grinned slightly, trying to move any positivity he had left into me.
I shrugged again. "Not really no. Besides it's not like my problems really matter to a stranger." He chuckled and I turned in confusion. "What? What're you laughing at?"
"Nothing nothing," he sighed happily. "It's just, we aren't really strangers are we? I mean, you told me your name and stuff." It was my turn to laugh.
"That doesn't just make us, not strangers."
"Oh," he chuckled again and looked to the water, a small grin on his face that I somehow knew was fake.
"So, why were you crying? No point in talking about me, I'm not the one that was crying alone on a beach." His grin faded and he continued staring at the moon sitting atop the water, deciding not to talk. I examined his attire, which became more visible in the new growing light as the sun started to rise.
Denim blue overalls covered his large pastel pink sweater, and teal converse sat on his feet. I noticed a small flower crown resting in the sand beside the log, holding softly coloured flowers atop the band.
I scooted closer to him, "what's wrong?"
He bit his lip, "I-" he turned to me and gasped. "Oh hey, you have a lip piercing! I didn't think kids could get those." I chuckled at his lack of knowledge ok the subject.
"I'm not a kid I'm a teenager. Different things. And second, duh of course I'm old enough," I laughed and he chuckled alongside me, turning back to the water. "Don't change the subject," I turned fully to him. "What's going on?"
"Doesn't matter," he mumbled quietly. He bit his lip harder, closing his eyes and burying his face in his sleeve. He began shaking, and I sat staring awkwardly. I wasn't used to comforting people, especially someone I barely knew. I raised a hand, black nails gleaming in the growing sunlight and placed it gently on his shoulder. The second I came in contact with him he pulled his head to look at me. Tears dropped down his chin and nose, and I stared blankly at the boy before me. I held back all the questions ripping in my head. I looked down, being too awkward for my own good and caught the flower crown gleaming in the morning light. I bent down and picked it up, careful not the break or bend the flowers. He wiped his eyes and jerked his head from the flower crown. I ignored his desire to look away from the object and turned his head with my hand to face me.
"Look I don't know what's going on and I know it's not my business. But," I held the crown up, "I know this is important because you haven't chucked it in the ocean yet. And I'm assuming that's what you came to do." I placed it atop his head gently and it rested perfectly in his curls. "So, take it. Wear it, see it as a new gift with a new meaning." He stared with doe eyes and a confused look.
But they gleamed in the sunlight, new pinks and oranges in the sky now reflected in his eyes. I stared in them and suddenly realized my newfound sentimentality that I spoke with.
I shook myself from the trance I was randomly in, and stood carefully. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "I hope you feel better..." my voice trailed off and I looked down. He stood beside me, fidgeting with a loose string on the edge of his overalls.
"Don't run away..." he mumbled.
I looked up. "What?"
"D-don't run away." His voice found confidence as a smile broke on his face as I knew this one was true. "You'll regret it, you will." His adorable face shone with a hope for me I hadn't seen from anyone. And before I could open my mouth to speak I felt myself get yanked into a tight hug. "Don't run away," he whispered. "Itll only make your family worry, your friends, everyone. Trust me.. I know." I wrapped my arms slowly around him and smiled.
"Alright.. alright I won't." He pulled back, a smile gleaming on his face.
"W-wait, really?"
"Yeah sure," I shrugged again, but a smile rested gently on my face.
The boy took a step back, gleaming with pride. I noticed the sun resting directly behind his head and I chuckled to myself for the sheer coincidence. He jerked his hand out in front of him, and I gripped it tightly.
"Hi," he began. "My name is Dan."
