Anonymous || Phan

6.

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I watched as Phil struggled to get up, but eventually succeeded. I wish I could of helped him but I was in so much pain. Phil walked over towards me, and once he got to me, he knelt down by the couch I was laying on, his face only inches away from mine. He stared at me for a while with a blank expression on his face. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I got lost in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. Once I realized I was staring, I instantly looked away and up at the roof. Phil didn't look away, but instead he brushed away a bit of my hair that has fallen out of place and put it behind my ear. I could feel bright red roses blossoming across my cheeks again. He then looked at my arm and grabbed it, examining it for about 10 seconds. 

"It's still bleeding..." He said softly. 

"Yeah... I know..." I responded, my words gradually turning into a whisper.

We stayed silent for a few seconds. Phil decided to break the silence.

"I'm aware that you got beat up and all, but these cuts look really deep, it doesn't look like something that a slap or punch or whatever could of created... May I ask what they did?"

I wasn't exactly paying much attention to what he was saying, instead I was thinking. Thinking about why my life had come to this, why people were discriminating me for being different. What's so bad about being gay anyway? Its not like its effecting their lives in any way. Why is society like this...

I finally snapped back into reality when Phil began to speak again, 

"Dan?" He spoke

I turned my whole body to look at him and tucked in my legs.

"Yes?"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Oh, yes, sorry... I was just lost in thought, that's why I didn't reply. I'm really sorry."

"Please don't be sorry, you didn't do anything."

"I'm sorry..." 

"You don't have to be sorry."

"So-"

"Don't you dare." I giggled in response. 

"Anyway, what happened?"

"These girls decided to dig their nails into my skin." I laughed

"Who knew nails could get that sharp. Do you have any band aids?" he asked

"You really don't have to do this, I'm sure there's much better things you could be using your time for."

"Dan, there's nothing better to do than helping out a friend in need, okay?"

"I'm your friend?" I asked, shocked.

"Of course you are! You're wonderful." 

"I haven't heard someone call me that in a year."

"That's hard to believe."

"Well, its the truth."

He didn't respond.

"Anyway, wheres the band aids?"

"There's a first aid kit in that cabinet over there." I informed, pointing towards a small beige cabinet in the corner of the living room.

He looked over to where I was pointing and started walking towards it. Once he came back, he opened it up to reveal a few band aids inside. He took a few and closed it up again.

He does everything with such elegance, he is such a gentle person, its amazing to believe that he's the one person that wants to call me his friend. He's so kind, I don't deserve him as a friend. But, I've only just met him. He could be as fake as all the rest of the people at my school. I've learnt to trust no one.

I stared at him as he put the band aids on one by one, my eyes not breaking contact with his. He's so beautiful, I hope he knows he is.

"All done!" He said, smiling. I couldn't help but notice his tongue sticking out a little bit.

"Your tongue is sticking out." I gave a closed mouthed smile

"Oh, it is? I hate it when it does that, it looks so weird." he smiled again, but this time covered his mouth with his hand

"No, don't do that, it's cute." I moved his hand away. I noticed pink roses blooming across his cheeks.

"Th-thank you..." He stuttered.

AN: this is so late oml, honestly this is so boring and barely anything happened in this but I hope you enjoyed anyway :/ More will happen in the next chapter, promise!