Dan and his family are poor. They move in with the mother's friend. That friend has a son. *wink wink*
Not spoiling it so read to find out more! ;0)
Warnings Throughout Story:
-boyxboy if that's a problem for you
-sad thoughts that you could rela...
Since school started I've been so bad at updating, I didn't expect it to br this bad. I don't go on wattpad much but when I do I'll try to get something out, although I have 6-7 dance classes and all honors classes that give a lot of homework and I just never find time to be here so I'm sorry.
Oh and I forgot to give an IDEA of what James looked like two chapters ago😂 here:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Something like that I guess 🤷🏻♀️
Phil's POV
I don't understand what I did wrong. We were getting better and Dan seemed pretty happy around me, unless was it all a lie? I didn't even question it much before, I could've helped him if something was wrong. But yet again he seemed fine before he left earlier.
Dan's POV
"Dude, everyone thinks I'm a suicidal murderer or something, I can't just 'make friends,'" Pj and I have been talking for a few hours now. Time flew by, its now two in the morning.
"Kyle's a buttcheek, and so is everyone else for believing stuff like that."
"You believed it."
"And now I don't, so therefor, not a buttcheek." He rolls off the couch, which reminds me of Phil. I miss him. No I don't, I don't need him. I don't need anyone... I've come this far with no one but my family, so I can keep going like that.
He stands, using the black stained coffee table for support. "You want tea? I'm still wide awake."
"Yeah, thanks."
Phil's POV
"Hey, Phil?"
"Yeah?" I mumble, not lifting my gaze from the ground. Songs keep repeating in my head, but staring at the ground, barely blinking, probably looks really creepy to James.
Dan and I listen to sad songs together and sometimes just get all emotional, but other times when we're in a goofy mood we reenact dramatic scenes in the song, stuff like that. I miss doing that... and I miss him. Once and a while I find myself smiling, just thinking about him. It's only been a few hours, I need to pull myself together.
"You okay?" He uses his index finger to lift my chin, then he tilts his head to the side. I can't tell if he's going to kiss me again or if he's confused.
I pull my face away lightly, "I'm fine." I try to sound nonchalant.
"If you don't mind me asking, where's Dan?" He bites his lip holding back what I think is a smile or smirk.
"I don't know... but I do know it's somewhere with Pj." I sigh and rub my temples, I'm starting to get a migraine.
