Peej was round at my apartment. Mario kart blasted music from the TV and cheering erupted from Pj's mouth.
"1st again! I beat Dan!"
From the other sofa, I heard Emma laugh softly.
"You've got a nice laugh." I said. It was so twinkly. Like bells.
"And you have a nice losing streak, Howell." Peej butted in.
Moments later, the doorbell rang, and I went to collect the pizza.
It smelt so good.
But something about it made my stomach churn.
The grease that line the cardboard as I watched Emma and Peej lifting slices of calories from the box.
The fat from the cheese that clung to every bite like a parasite.
Dan, aren't you having any?
"I'm fine. I'm not hungry."
"Dan, eat some." Pj's voice drifted in, stubborn and determined.
"No. I don't want any."
"And I don't want you to starve. Eat it."
"No!"
"Phil wouldn't be happy to see this, Dan."
I stood up.
"Well Phils not fucking here, is he!?"
My shoulders heaved with anger as I tried to catch my breath.
I opened my mouth to speak, before realising I had nothing to say, and closed it again.
Walking towards the door, I made eye contact with Emma. Her face was shocked, and I went a twinge of guilt as I slammed the door to the living room shut behind me.
Could you make your insecurities any more obvious?
Not subtle, dude. Not subtle.
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
