Family >>Phan

True Colors

Btw the title of this chapter is also the title of a book my friend moonlightlesterr is writing!

Also I'm gonna try to be better with updates, even if it means the chapters won't be as long? And if ur ever confused on a part or think I need to edit something let me know! Thanks for reading~  ^u^

Streams of sunlight pierce my vision as I slowly open my eyes. This isn't my room. The sleep immediately gone from my eyes, I burst into a sitting position.

Oh. I slept at Phil's last night. I don't have a house anymore. A flutter of unwanted memories come flooding back.

I remember Phil comforting me when I had that nightmare last night.

But the space beside me is empty.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed to stand... a little too quickly I may add. My legs start to shake and my knees buckle, sending me falling to the floor with a loud thud. "Fuck!" I grunt a little too loud.

Either I haven't eaten in a while, or I'm not fully awake yet.

The growl the sounds from my stomach and the ache that comes with it, answers that question perfectly.

I walk into the kitchen archway to see Phil cooking something in his yellow Jake, from adventure time, sweatshirt and blue and black plaid pajama pants. His two dads sat at the breakfast bar talking about something I can't hear, also in their pajamas.

One dad, who I know as "Mike," has short and curly brown hair and glasses, about my height with an average build. The other looks very familiar but I don't recall meeting him before. He has straight black hair, done up in a quiff I might add, and facial hair growing in. His tall, strong frame barely fitting in his position at the counter.

Mike turns his head, laughing at something the other grown man said, and notices me standing, staring at them, in the archway. The other father looks as well, his gaze a lot stronger and harder, almost mean looking.
I quickly avert my eyes and start to back out of the room, feeling uncomfortable and kind of misplaced. I shouldn't be intruding on a family moment.

"Hey Dan!" Mike cheerfully calls for me. Hesitantly, I step back into the room and look curiously to him. His perfect white teeth shining as he smiles brightly. I see where Phil gets it from. Mike is like full of constant sunshine and happiness. "Come on over here," he gestures for me to sit beside him, patting the stool to his left so he's in the middle of me and the other dad I don't know. I comply.

The other dad is now looking down at a magazine intensely, as he waits for his husband to converse with him again.

"Phil is making breakfast. You like pancakes and sausages?" I nod my head. For some reason, my mouth willing me to stay silent. "Good." He smiles and picks up his phone. Then almost slamming it back down onto the counter with excitement, "Oh! By the way have you met my..." he falters for a second and his gaze morphs to worry or wonder, maybe both.

For a moment I look to Phil, to see he's looking at me. Then when his dad hesitates he looks to him. "Dad," both men look up, "Dan knows you two are married." He smiles and turns around to grab plates out of a high cabinet, standing on his toes to try and reach them.

"Really?!" Mike bursts and radiates his usual, positive glow. The other man looks at me again, with his harsh stare, but I don't think it's intentional cuz' he smiling. "And you're okay with it?"