Dan continued to wave to Phil until he became small (almost the size of an actual human being, wow!), smaller, smallest, and eventually disappeared entirely. He waved until even the sun couldn't seem to reach the little bus, and it was all buildings and smog and the wonderfully polluted orange sunset of New York, New York.
He slumped against his seat, unable to stop himself from reaching for his phone. He was never the first person to text, but...
Before he could type anything, a loud ping filled the bus, loudly enough that the one in the seat next to Dan, (a burly man in ripped jeans and a black muscle shirt that looked kind of like a bear) (the gay kind) stirred for a heart stopping moment. Just because he and Dan shared a community didn't mean he wouldn't actually rip out Dan's intestines.
Dan opened the text, feeling a rush of joy at seeing that it was from Phil. Hello, it read, it is I, wondering where the hell you might just be.
He grinned, holding onto the pole as the bus lurched to a stop on State Street. The man next to him woke with the jolt, pull a hand through his thick (would the word "thicc" be appropriately used in this situation? Dan thought so) beard. I'm on my way.
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This Is Where It Starts (Without Trilogy Part I) (Phan) -Completed-
FanfictionIn which two strangers meet on the bus. (First book of the Without trilogy)
