Phan oneshots

Our answers

I sat in the booth at Starbucks, stunned. What had just happened? Our second time meeting and Phil had just walked off. But not without leaving me a weird request..

"I'll be at your place at 9 tonight. Text me the directions."

Then he was gone. But the way he left.. he made it seem like he was naturally going on his way. No more urgent than freely strolling through town. He was smiling, and walking casually. He wasn't nervously looking around like he had been in the booth.

I thought back to the events that had played out before hand. He was very passionate about knowing exactly how I had gotten the cuts and bruises. I could tell he was angry at first, thinking someone had done it to me. But his anger turned to fear. Why? Why was this so important to him? Sure, it was a bit weird that the bruises appeared out of nowhere, but it didn't affect Phil. But he sure did react like it did.

Not realizing I had even left Starbucks, so absorbed in my thoughts, I found myself waving down a taxi. Hopping in,  I was glad when the taxi driver simply turned on his music and left me to think.

Why did Phil react in fear when I told him the bruises appeared out of nowhere?

Why did he look so anxious, as if he thought someone was watching him?

Was someone watching him?

Could him leaving have to do with him being so private about himself?

Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me..

No, he was the one that invited me to lunch.

But it was a week later..

How can someone be so busy for a full week they can't even get away for a hour?

Maybe I shouldn't trust Phil.. he seems very secretive.

But remember all those times he helped you through a bad day? Or listened to you as you complained about the meaningless point of life? Even if he isn't ready to trust me completely, he's a good friend.

But that still leaves me with why he's so secretive. I try to encourage to open up, but I haven't learned much about him.

My thoughts were whirling around in my brain so quickly I though my head was going to break off and fly away with the spinning thoughts. I sighed and leaned my arm against the car door, providing support for my head. Today hadn't gone how I had planned.

Once I got home, I immediately went to look for Pj. If I didn't tell someone all these thoughts, my head very well may explode.

I found him on the couch, watching a show. He turned his head when he heard me.

"Dan?" He paused the tv, a look of confusion rising on his face. "You're home early.. what happened?"

I sighed and slumped into the seat beside him. "To be totally honest.. I don't know."

"Well.. tell me what happened and I'll try and help you figure it out."

So I did. Right from his reaction to my bruises, to his fear, then his leave. I told him about the feeling I got when I hugged him for the first time. I told him about Phil's withdrawn nature. I told him.. everything. My fears, my hopes, my concerns. Pj listened the whole time, nodding thoughtfully at times and giving "mhm"'s and "right"s but never interrupting. Pj was a good listener. That's why I often came to him with my problems.

... after I failed to take care of them myself. I can't tell you how many times he's helped me figure something out and said, "If you had come to me right when you ran into trouble, we could've avoided this altogether." But I still pushed and tried to be independent. And Pj was always there to pick me up.