The Rainbow On The Other Side//Phan

8

Phil's pale fingers turned the car off followed by a 'click' sound. The gay, brunette unbuckled his seat belt as he looked over and smiled at the boy beside him. The car ride was overall quiet ever since that one song came on, placing an awkward silence between the two.

"You ready to get out?" Phil asked as he ran his hand through his silky, black, quiff as Dan nodded.

Phil opened his car door and looked across the roof to meet Daniel's eyes. His dimpled smile just made the raven-haired boy melt inside. As Phil unlocked his the door to his home, he noticed that his mother was gone; it was better that way.

"Are your parents home, Phil?" Dan asked as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"No," Phil answered, taking his own shoes off. "They shouldn't be home for a while."

Dan simply nodded as he began to follow Phil down to his basement. The younger boy thought it was pretty(.) odd(.) that, Phil's parents were never around. Hell, he's never ever seen a photo of Phil's parents. He wanted to ask why they were never around but, he didn't want another uncomfortable silence between them.

The quiff-haired boy went sat on his queen sized bed in his room. Phil's room was pretty bare, a queen-sized bed, a small, grey recliner chair, a boxed TV, a MacBook, Christmas lights hanging, a record player, and some vinyl on a shelf. The lights were turned off in his basement, the colorful glow as their only way of light.

"Woah, Phil," Dan said as he walked over to the shelf with the player on top. "You have a lot of vinyls!"

Phil smiled as he placed his phone in his back pocket once again. "Yeah, something that I have that's more than just one." Phil laughed hardly.

His pale fingers traced over the discs that were in their cases, collecting dust on his fingertips. The elder boy smiled when he found a certain vinyl. Phil grabbed the golden case that had a circle with multiple lines on it. Dan knew he had seen this album cover before but, he couldn't remember the artist nor, what the genre was.

Phil placed the vinyl into the dark purple player, as it began to play. The beats of drums and guitars untied as a single voice chimed in. The stained vocals made Phil feel relaxed as he felt as if he could relate to the music; which he could.

"I've heard of this song before!" Dan smiled as he put his hands to his mouth. "Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon, right?"

Phil nodded as he smiled, shocked that Dan realized the artist. The brunette looked like he'd listen to pop music and Panic! At The Disco; at least, that's what Phil thought.

"This is one of my favorite songs." Dan smiled as he was giddy with excitement as if Brendon Urie had kissed his hand.

The two listened to the deep lyrics that were sung throughout the air. You could hear the pain in his voice as he sang these lyrics; Phil understood what he was saying.

The raven-haired boy tapped his foot along to the drum beats with his eyes closed, as Dan nodded his head along just thinking about random things. He was glad he had moved to this new school, he met Phil which was terrific and he couldn't be happier. But, on the downside, he had met Cat which was terrible. She didn't even know Dan; she just wanted to get into his pants. But, this music made Dan forget about that, this made him feel some sort of joy.

Phil on the other hand was feeling sort of the same way; he forgot about his family problems, about his secret, about the world. The music made him feel not so alone in what he was going through. This inspired him, motivated him, made him believe that things could get better. Nobody knows how much this record has helped him; how much music has helped him. It has put the razor down for him, unloaded a gun, put pills back into the capsule that it came from; kept him alive.

As the song ended, Phil opened his eyes and looked at Dan, which was fixing his flower crown at the moment.

"I love that song so much," Dan jumped a bit. "It makes me feel some sort of energy, some sort of emotion that I cannot put into words."

Phil nodded his head, as he completely understood what the brunette boy was explaining.

"I know what you mean," Phil smiled. "And I totally agree."

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OOF, M8'S!!! It's been a while, yeah? Well, I'm deeply sorry that I haven't been updating on any of my works. Ever since I finished "why me?//phan" I haven't really wanted to write much afterward. Also, I've kind of been dealing with some things and I haven't had any encouragement to write... Anyways, some fact about this chapter that you wouldn't care about: I almost made the vinyl that Phil played, "Pray For The Wicked" because I saw a record of that at a store recently, and I'm wearing the album shirt as I'm writing this. Overall, I hope you liked this chapter (even though it totally sucks) and I would really appreciate it if you: voted on this, commented on this, shared this with your friends, and if you really like it, add it to your library. Thank you :)