Drugs ; Phan

8

I'm getting to the point where I can't be happy without you around me.

Dan wakes up around noon and Pj's sleeping on the floor again. He heard people talking from next door and rubs his eyes.

"Oh shit." Dan says under his breath. He hurried downstairs in nothing but his pants and socks and rushes outside. He looks for Phil amongst the many people, desperate to talk to him one last time for the few months he'll be away. He sees the blue eyes lad sitting under a tree, hugging his legs to his chest.

"Phil!" Dan yells, hoping he'd come to the fence. Phil looks over and walks to Dan, then sits down again

"I slept in. I'm sorry." Dan says, sitting down in front of Phil.

"You l- look terrible." Phil says, "You sh- should've slept m- more. You look s- so p- pale."

"It's fine." Dan shakes his head.

"You could've a- at least put on a sh- shirt." Phil says, trying not to stare at Dan's bare chest.

"Shit, I didn't even notice." Dan chuckles dryly, feeling a bit self conscious, "You look nice though."

Dan looks Phil up and down. He was wearing a pink crop top with a small rose under his shoulder on the right and black ripped jeans and his white vans.

"What happened t- to your stomach?" Phil asks.

"Nothing. What did you want to talk about?" Dan asks.

"I'll g- get to that later. What h- happened to your stomach?" Phil asks again. Dan sighs and runs a hand through his curly hair.

"I got in a fight and– listen, I don't really want to talk about that, do I really have to tell you?" Dan asks.

"Yes." Phil says.

"They punched my stomach a few times too much and too hard and the stitches broke." Dan says.

"Why did you g-get in a f-fight? You're s- such a spork." Phil says, "Wait, th- th- that's when y– I t- took you t- to je- Jeremy i- i- isn't it?"

"You love sporks." Dan smiles, "And in this case, lads are sporks. And yes, that's when you took me to your cousin."

Phil laughs and looks down, blushing a little.

"I only love one spork." Phil smiles, "A- and you h- h- have– you have to be m- more careful."

"And you still haven't told me whom the fuck they are!" Dan smiles.

"Who, i- it's who the fuck, n- not whom." Phil says. Dan stares at him like he's a ghost.

"You cursed. You're not supposed to curse. You're- you- I'm shook. You're supposed to be pure but you said fuck." Dan said.

"I c- curse all the time, Dan." Phil laughs.

"Not to me! Now spill who it is, I want to know." Dan pleaded.

"Wh- who do you fancy?" Phil asks, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Angel, that's not nice. I asked you first." Dan says.

"Please. I need c- confidence so I can tell you." Phil pouts.

"At least tell me the first letter of his name." Dan says.

"B" Phil sighs, "Now y- you tell me."

"A." Dan says, "Who's B? Does he to to our school? Is he in our grade?"

"The person I f- fancy, yes, yes." Phil says.

"But there's no one in our grade with a name that starts with b. No one that's a lad at least." Dan says.