DEADROSES | PHAN

-ˏˋ twenty nine ˎˊ-

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dan just didn't understand.

why was it getting worse? he could hardly go anywhere anymore, without growing a garden. it was like it was taking over him, controlling his life.

phil was trying to help, he knew that. but it just wasn't working.

something was seriously wrong.

phil approached him, holding out a tea cup on a plate.

they were at rainy days, and dan was sitting in the big armchair with his knees tucked up, hugging them to his chest. phil sighed when he saw the shoes that he had told dan to take off a few minutes earlier. he handed him the hot chocolate, and dan took it gratefully.

"angel..." that was a new development, as well. the pet names. "they don't help, remember?"

dan bit his lip, shaking his head, peering up at him. "yes they do. a little."

phil sighed again, scratching the back of his neck, seemingly not believing him. "alright... i guess i can't determine what works for you."

dan smiled at him gratefully, taking a sip of his drink. he didn't see the look that eliza, over at the counter, and phil shared.

"um, dan..." phil started, and dan looked up at him attentively. "i kind of need to talk to you about... something."

he was acting odd, and dan nodded, frowning. "alright..."

"outside," phil finished. dan licked his lips but got up, walking carefully to the door behind phil and walking through it when phil held it open.

"have fun, kids!" eliza shouted after them, and phil flipped her off. dan blushed.

phil led him to a bench next to the shop, sitting down, and dan did the same, facing him. phil took his hand, and dan felt warmth blossoming in his stomach. his blush darkened.

"dan..." phil seemed incredibly nervous, and dan's head tilted as he watched him curiously. "dan, i have to do something."

dan blinked, and then phil was moving in, their knees touching. one of his hands moved up to cup his jaw, his fingers chilled and shaking a bit. dan's eyes widened and they met phil's, their breath mingling.

there were fireworks in dan's heart and mind, and he closed his eyes.

he opened them as something hit him, the cold liquid drenching him completely. he pulled back from phil, yelping in surprise.

"what the fuck?" phil's voice broke through the shock, and dan heard loud laughter.

"freak-!"

he saw a kid running from them, looking about eighteen, one year younger than dan. he had bleached blond hair, and he was wearing ripped jeans and a sweatshirt. and holding a coffee cup. dan sighed.

phil jumped up, starting after him, dan was fairly certain he had never seen him run so fast. dan just focused on pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, that were stinging with tears.