Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 13

||Phil's POV||  ~At lunch~

I sit down next to Dan, my eyes on his bar as I do so. Its at orange still, giving him somewhere around a month, or less. I try not to let it distract me, focusing on his anxious expression. "What's up?" I ask worriedly and he looks up meeting my eyes. 

"I.. Sam's planning on kicking my ass after school." He says, sighing tiredly, leaning against the tree. 

"We could leave 10 minutes early." I offer, trying to get him out of the terrible situation he doesn't deserve to be in. 

"He'll find me tomorrow morning."

"I'll be here." I say hopefully. 

"Its only the middle of the damn week." He sighs, a pained expression on his face. "You wanna know something funny?" He mumbles, grabbing a chip bag from our shared tray. 

"Hm?" 

"We've only known each other for 4 days." He says, thinking. 

"Well, I've spent the majority of those four days with you, so.."

"Yeah, but its a little crazy to think about."

"Yeah.." I trail off, thinking about all thats happened. I mean, hell I just got here and so much has happened. How the hell is it that I can only know a guy for half a week and be in love? I mean, its not like I know what that even is, but I love him. I might not be in love, but its something. Theres gotta be a better word for this.

 Maybe its just a crush. But he's so god damn cute. That freaking smile, and his dimples.. How he tries to hide his curly hair although its quite adorable. God, when he blushes I can't even breathe. So maybe thats it. A crush. In any other case, me kissing a crush not once, not twice, but over 3 times would've been insane. 

Maybe we're just desperate. He needs someone, so thats probably why he's here. But why am I sticking around? What other word could be used then love? Its how I feel. 

Its only been 4 days. So how can I love him? How could I be crushed to see him go? Why do I care so much if people that have known him for years don't give a shit? 

He doesn't deserve the bad treatment he gets. So maybe that's why I'm here. Because I can't stand seeing him hurt. But why am I so attached if I hardly know him? 

"Phil?" He asks softly, looking me up and down with an unreadable expression on his face. 

"Yeah, sorry.. Sort of got deep in thought there." I say, breaking from my thoughts and back to reality.

"I could tell. Sorry for bringing it up." He mumbles, looking down at the grass. 

"No it's fine. It's strangely mind blowing." I say, earning a laugh from the boy next to me. 

"Yeah." He chuckles. "I'm not taking anything too far am I?"

"Do you think you are?" I ask, not answering the question myself. 

"No?" He answers after a while. 

"I think so too." I say softly, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Oh.. Kay.." He says slowly, almost unsure. 

"It's just natural, but if you don't want to-"

"No. I do. That's why I was just, wondering." He cuts me off, smiling. 

"Mhm.." I nod. "So, you need to stay over tonight too?"

"Can I?"

"Of course."

"Thanks Phil." He smiles thankfully.

"No problem." 

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Dan spends the next 2 days at my house, and we surprisingly manage to avoid Sam for that time too. Its a Saturday now, and Dan and I have just been talking and hanging around my house the whole day. We're currently watching some stupid show which we aren't really watching. And sitting on my bed with my arms wrapped around his waist, with him sitting on my lap. Yet again, my brother feels the need to come in my room and interrogate him. 

"Does he live here now or something?" He says, opening the door. 

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I ask glaring at him as Dan blushes at our position. 

"Oh come on, I knew you two we're in here, lighten up a bit. Since when did you become so defensive?" He leans against the doorframe and looks at me. 

"When you became intrusive." 

"Wow rude. I've hardly spoken to you two in like 12 days." He says, although he's exaggerating, he's kind of right. 

"Sure." I say sarcastically. "What do ya want?" I ask as Dan moves over silently, leaning into my side instead. 

"Nothing, just bored." He says, sitting in my desk chair and rolling across the room. "What are you two doing? Making out or something?"

"Seriously?" I roll my eyes as he laughs. 

"I mean if you were thats all cool."

"You're the worst."

"I could be worse actually." He smiles looking at the two of us. "But for real, whatcha doing?"

"Actually nothing." I say honestly and he just nods, eyes scanning over us and thinking. "You just gonna sit there and stare at us, cause that's kinda creepy man." I say as Dan giggles softly.

"You're like eleven from stranger things. You hardly talk." 

"I can talk, I just choose not to most times." He says softly and I begin to notice the anxiety with talking to people that arises in him. I can feel his heartbeat pick up as he waits for some sort of response, what if's probably swimming in his head. 

"Hm.. You do speak. Its quite nice when you do, I like your voice." My brother says, leaning over my chair and looking at Dan. 

"Thanks." He says, a small smile appearing on his lips. 

"No problem. So, are you two just friends or..?"

"You're so nosy." I say laughing a little at the amount of questions he's asked. It's then that Dan's phone rings and he grabs it from the bedside table, leaning back into me. 

"Sorry." he mumbles, picking up the phone. "Hi Dad."

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