Wrong Number// Phan

56

"Dan! Open the fucking door!" Dan's mother kicks at his door.

"No."

"I swear to fucking god, I will get your father."

Dan unlocks the door. "Yes mom?" He asks with a fake smile.

"You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yes mom."

"Your faggot friend is here so get the fuck out of my house."

"Okay mom."

That's a prime time example of how most conversations go between Dan and his mother.

"Your mom seems like a great woman," Tyler smiles once Dan gets to the front door.

"Sorry about what she said," Dan mumbles. He doesn't even know why he agreed to leave the house even though technically he didn't agree. Ever since that Janice girl had messaged him he's been thinking about what she said.

"Homophobia lives everywhere, Daniel," Tyler skips away ushering for Dan to follow suit.

"Where are we going?"

Tyler shrugs, "We'll see where the wind takes us."

~

About half an hour later Tyler is pulling up to a bar called Arc-en-ciel. It's pretty obvious by the name what it is unless you don't know french. Which, of course, Dan doesn't know.

"Let's go in here," Tyler shrugs as if he didn't totally 100% plan this.

Once inside they are greeted with Peej, Chris, and Troye sitting in a lounging area all with drinks in their hands. Dan shakes his head because he should have known this was a setup.

"I hate all of you," he states once the three boys are in hearing range. "Is this a fucking gay bar!?"

"The best bar in town," Troye states proudly as if he was the owner of the bar.

Dan scans the area just to see a lot of flashing lights, couples making out, and a penis. We're not going to ask.

"You're going to socialize," Chris puts his arm around Dan. "Make out with someone, make someone else believe you created the selfie, I DON'T KNOW! Just have fun."

Dan scans the area one last time before stating, "What do I have to loose."

"That's the spirit!" Chris pats his back and the others agree. "NOW GO!"

Chris pushes Dan into the crowd and he's greeted with grinding. A lot of grinding. He blindly swims through the crowd of sweaty bodies until he makes it to an empty barstool. He orders water. What a noob.

Soon a person with large curly red hair and freckles sits next to him.

"Hi," they speak boisterously and they smile with pearly whites almost as bright as Dan's own teeth.

"Hello," Dan gives a modest smile.

"I'm Phenix," they say and put their hand out for Dan to shake. "And you are...?"

"Dan," he takes Phenix's hand and gives it a shake. "What are your preferred pronouns, if you don't mind me asking?"

Phenix's face lights up brighter than Christmas lights.

"I appreciate you asking because a lot of people don't ask when we first meet and then they assume and then I'm not okay," Phenix takes a deep breath before continuing. "I mean, sometime people don't even think about the gender-queers and I just wanna shout 'hey we're here too' but y'know. Anyways, I use they/them, she/her, or he him. I guess it's pretty obvious by now that I'm gender fluid, yay me, and the cool thing is that my friends made me these bracelets and the grey one means they/them and the orange means she/her and the yellow means he/him and I can choose when I wanna wear which and that makes me happy that they think about me even though they're not all that open to the lgbtqia+ community to begin with. I mean, that's why I came to a gay bar alone because they didn't want to come and I need some friends who are a apart of the community because that's something important to me even if they are just allies that's still cool." Dan looks down to see a bright orange bracelet on Phenix's wrist.

"Yeah," Dan nods even though he didn't catch a lot of that.

"So," Phenix leans her elbows on the counter, "What brings you here?"

"My friends dragged me here," Dan sighs while mimicking Phenix's motions.

"Why are you all alone then?" She asks while signaling the bartender.

"Because they're probably making out with each other by now," Dan sighs while lightly banging his head against the counter because of the thought.

"Two shots please," Phenix orders and the bartender winks at her. She rolls her eyes before focusing her gaze back on Dan. "I have the oddest feeling that that's not your cup of tea?"

Dan shakes his head before picking it up from the counter to meet Phenix's gaze.

"They must have brought you here for a reason," she starts to rock on the barstool precariously.

Dan looks away remembering the reason why he was upset in the first place. "Let's just say that I trust people a little bit too easily..." he mumbles.

"So they thought that staying around a large group of people would cure that?"

"Now that you point it out," Dan faces her again. "Not the best plan they've had."

"Well," Phenix smiles. "We did just meet but you can always trust me."

Dan smiles at the thought of someone he can actually trust. He studies Phenix for another moment before realizing that she actually could be that person. Dan is sucked out of his thoughts when he hears Phenix speak again.

"Thanks." The bartender slides the shots over to her with a napkin. She looks at it and Dan watches as her face goes totally red.

"Nope," she mumbles under her breath before crumbling the napkin, Dan not able to get even the slightest glance.

"I'm not that type of person!" She tells the bartender with a deadly glare. She downs both shots before dragging Dan onto the dance floor. Dan gives her a quizzical look before she sighs quietly and starts to explain.

"I didn't know a person could fit that many kinks on a napkin," she chuckles a little bit. "I was going to give that extra shot to you but I was trying to was away the images with alcohol."

Dan chuckles along with her as he says, "I don't drink, anyways." 

They start dancing along to the beat and just enjoy life for a moment until someone spills their drink on Phenix.

"Oh hey, sorry, are you okay?" An all too familiar voice asks Phenix.

"Phil?"

"Dan?"

"Phenix!"

~
A/N
"Panic!"

~P!ATPP