Gay one-shots

Coming Out (Phan)

Phil's POV

Phil: Mom, Dad? I have some news to tell you.

Phil's Mom: What is it sweetie?

Phil: I'm gay... and I have a boyfriend

Phil's Dad: What the fuck did you just say??? Looks like we have a little faggot on our hands, Julie

Phil's Mom: Get the fuck outta my house Phil! Get your stuff and go to your fag boyfriends' house!

Convo Over

I run upstairs in tears, sobbing. I grab my black Nike bag and grab some of my clothes and chargers, including my laptop. Then I grab my duffel bag and pack more random things in it including more clothes, some shoes and my school books. I quickly text Dan and tell him my parents kicked me out. I grab my keys from my desk, well my old desk now. I rush downstairs and out of the house while my parents were yelling slurs and throwing things at me. I get in my car and start driving to Dan's house.

Dan's POV

Convo between Dan and Dan's mom Patrica

Dan: Mom, I'm gay

Patrica: I was waiting for the moment for when you were going to come out to me.

Dan: How did you know mom?

Patrica: You really think I haven't seen you sneaking around with that boy. I've also seen some of your texts. What's his name, sweetheart?

Dan: His name's Phil. Is it okay if he stays here for awhile mom? His parents kicked him out.

Patrica: Oh that's fine honey. No sex though.

Dan: Mom, I would never think about that. We're too young for that.

Convo over

I hear a knocking at the door. I jump up and grab it fully expecting Phil to be outside. I open the door and see Phil. He sees me and jumps into my arms, kissing me on the lips. After a few seconds the kiss ends. Still holding him, I walk over to my mom to introduce him. "Mom, this is my boyfriend Phil," says Dan

I let Phil down when my mom started talking to him. "Babe, can you go get my stuff from my car? It's the black bag and the duffel bag," asks Phil.

He tosses me his keys, still talking to my mom. I jog outside and unlock his car. I grab his bags and bring them inside. I walk in to hearing Phil and my mom laughing. I bring Phil's bags upstairs into my room. 

10:30 P.M

After Phil took his shower and got out of the bathroom, I took my shower. I walk into my room and see him curled up on my bed, taking up a small part of the bed. I get into bed and pull him closer to me. I whisper into his ear, "I love you my Phil."

A/N

Should I make this a full-fledged story?