best friend//phan

Twelve

Dan, 16 years old

I like Phil. A lot.

Over the past year, we've grown so much closer. And that's saying something as we've known eachother for 11 years.

It's new years eve, and Phil and I are sprawled across his bed talking about our favorite parts of the past year.

"I liked when we camped out at the lake over the summer and our canoe got tipped over." Phil laughs.

"Oh my God that wasn't fun Phil! I almost died!" I laugh.
"You didn't because I swam us both back to shore!"
"No, I almost died because I had curly hair for the rest of the time!"

"But it was so cute Dan."
"I looked like a fucking bush, don't lie." I say, laughing.
"Nooo! It was adorable you looked like a soft hobbit." Phil argues.

"Ughh I don't like it." I say.
"Whatever." He says.

"Oh my God remember when we stayed up for 32 hours straight?" I ask.
"We? I stayed up for 32 hours you fell asleep at 29 hours." He says.

"Oh shut up you woke me up right away."
"Not right away but okay." He says.

"Remember when you scraped your knee?" Phil asks.
"Why is that a good part of the year?" I ask, laughing.
"Because who the hell scrapes their knee at 16?"

"Touche." I say.
Phil glances at the clock.
"Hey Dan, it's almost midnight." He says.
"Yeah?"
"We should go outside and watch the fireworks." Phil says.

"Okay." I say. We jump up and wrap my duvet around ourselves.

When we get outside, the snowstorm hasn't weakened. Then we hear a bell and the fireworks go off.

"Dan?" Phil asks, pulling the blanket tighter around us. I meet his gaze, then his lips meet mine.

It shocks me at first, then I melt into him, our lips mended together.

When we pull away, we're both blushing from the kiss and the cold air.

"Lets go in." I whisper. He nods and we both go in, his arm wrapped around my waist and the duvet still around both of us.

"Dan-"
"Phil I love you."
"I love you too. So much. Dan I have for almost 3 years. I figured out I was gay because I had feelings for you and it feels so good to finally say it."

I hug him.
"You've known for 3 years? Phil why didn't you say something?"
"Well at first I thought you were straight, then you were confused so I didn't want to make that worse, then the next year the whole Isaac crap happened and I didn't want to push you."

"I'm sorry Phil."
"What for?"
"I've been absolutely terrible and oblivious, looking back it's all so obvious." I say, thinking of our memories from the last year.

"Oh it wasn't supposed to be, Dan. Don't worry, there's no point." He says.
"Can we kiss again?" I ask, feeling childish.

Phil kisses me. It's a lot more comfortable than the first one. Most likely because I was expecting it this time.

This feeling I'm getting, it's the best I've ever felt.