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15.

-dan-

i felt phil's hand on my face. i opened my eyes once i felt it and smiled.

"hi," i mumbled. i sat up to look phil in the eye. he had beautiful eyes, for the record.

"hi, dan." he smiled. it was toothy and adorable.

"i'm sorry. for the past three months i have made all of your lives a living hell. especially yours. i didn't mean it when i said anything back then.

"if i hadn't ran away, i never would've said any of the shit i said. shit just always comes out of my mouth when i don't want it to. i've been acting like a jerk, and i'm sorry." i took a breath in. "do you forgive me, phil?"

"of course." he leaned in to hug me. he wrapped his arms around my back, and i wrapped mine around his. we broke away from the hug; i kissed him.

i kissed phil.

i, the one that worries what others thought about gays --gays like me-- the one who ran away from home to get away from them, the one whose name was dan, kissed the one that never worried what others thought about gays --gays like us-- the one who chased the one who ran away from home, the one whose name was phil.

we broke apart and phil asked me, "dan, i love you."

"i love you, too."

a/n: this is the end. the end to the six month, 15-parter book. this was my first actual book, apart from some other piece of shit i deleted because i hated it that much. i want to thank you all so much for the love and support. i have had this ending planned out for a while now, and i (hopefully) plan to make a sequel! keep your eyes out, because it could happen any time now (might not be for a while :( )

once again, thank you so much!

fin