CHOKING ON FLOWERS ; phan

15

ELEVEN DAYS AFTER ; 2008

The boys had skipped through small towns and shitty motels, Dan's eyes always glued onto the small TV screen that was planted in every motel room. Over the past three days, the police created an investigation on A Body In The Woods, they ran a autopsy and found that someone had driven a knife into his chest and he bled to death, but no weapon was found and no one was suspected.

An anonymous voice spoke up and gave the police a tip about two students that attended Dan and Phil's high school, Dan was freaking out and saying how he knew PJ sent the tip and it was about the pair. The tip led the police to start an investigation at the high school, the tip never gave names and never found anything related to the case of the body. Dan let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the bed.

Phil would wake up slightly throughout the night to find Daniel passed out at the foot of the bed, the TV still on, the white light making him squint. He knew he needed to get Daniel away from the news, it was going to drive him insane. But then again he knew they also needed to keep up with the case about Chris.

One day, Daniel gets a call, his eyes go wide like they're gonna bulge from his head and Phil can already see the sweat forming on his forehead.

"It's PJ."

"Don't answer it, they can trace your caller ID. Let it leave a voice mail." So he does, it lets it ring and ring, the noise nearing making Phil lose his shit. Then the notification sound goes off and Dan is shaking when he clicks on his voicemail.

"Hey, it's me, PJ. I don't know where you are, or who you're with- guessing it's Phil since you're both and gone... I bet you know what happened. I know it's Chris, no names have been released yet, but I know it's him. If I find out you had anything to do with this crazy mess, I'll-" Then it goes dead, like PJ couldn't think of an assault so he just hung up. Nothing he could have done would have stopped Phil though, he knew the curly headed boy was weak, no matter what he talked.

"He knows," Dan looked at Phil as he chewed on his fingernails- a bad habit he picked up from Phil a couple years back.

"There is no evidence, no one is going to listen to him."

"He's Chris' best friend."

"Yeah, well, you were my best friend but you stopped talking to me so look how fast that happened."

"Fuck you." Daniel spat, his features snapping from paranoid to rage in two words

"No thanks, I prefer to be on top." Dan growled angrily, slipping past the older boy and grabbing the handle to the door.

"Where are you going?" Phil hisses, grabbing Dan's wrist and forcing the younger boy back away from the wooden door.

"I'm going for a walk. Now let me go." Dan tugged at his arm.

"No way am I letting you go, anyone could spot us."

"I don't need you to baby me, Phil, I'm not retarded."

"You're not going and that's final." Phil commanded, his voice ringing through Dan's ears. All the younger boy could hear was his father's voice, then suddenly all the memories of his father screaming and throwing things rush back to his head, making him dizzy.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Daniel's father screamed at him, his fists clenching at his sides as his mother sat still on the couch, her eyes glued onto the TV trying desperately to mute her husband screaming profanities at their son.

"I-I'm sorry."

"I told you not to drink juice in your room, I just had those carpets cleaned. This is going to cost be a fortune! Don't you ever think before you do anything! Are you retarded?!"