𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔰

60

phil lester ran throughout the halls, looking for a head of brunet curls, or at least bil or joji. he needed to talk to dan in real life with no choice. he didn't want to loose him over a stupid mistake. he had to tell him the truth. finally, phil saw bil and dan down the hall, making their way towards the auditorium. it was where they took smoke breaks when it was too cold outside. to prevent from getting sick.

phil quickly sprinted towards the two, pushing past other kids going the other way in the hall. the two, still oblivious to phil making his was towards them, kept talking. dan looked horrible, purple bags painted under his red, puffy eyes. he looked like he hadn't eaten since it happened, and phil hated himself for that.

"oh, for fucks sa- dan!"

bil looked back, her hand laid lightly on dans delicate, bony back. dan kept his eyes directed towards the floor, his oversized sweater covering his hands and he hugged himself.

"dan, please. i need to talk to y-"

"what the fuck do you need? what else are you going to say to break him more, phil? hm?" bil growled, dan still turned the other way.

"this doesn't involve you, bil. it's between dan and i," phil snapped back

"dan, please, i lo-"

phil was cut off by a merciless punch from dan. blood poured from phils nose like a faucet, his hand going directly up to his upper lip to stop the blood from going on the school carpet.

"don't you dare say that!" dan screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking from tears "you have no fucking idea what you put me through, and you have the audacity to say that? who the fuck do you think you are?"

phil stayed silent, not sure what to say. in a different situation, phil would've already had another person on the floor, but this was dan for fucks sake. he couldn't hurt him, even if he wanted to.

"dan, please just listen to what i have to say.." phil almost whimpered

"listen to what, the amazing sex you and joji have behind my back? no thanks. i'm hurt enough as it is. just go fuck off somewhere, you fucking prick."

tears fell from dans eyes like pouring rain down a glass window, a look in his dark eyes that phil had never seen before. phil broke like glass from his shattered mirror, feeling the salty tears begin to well within his ocean eyes as well.

"just.. leave me the fuck alone, phil." dan went into the auditorium with bil, leaving phil bleeding on the rough carpet.

and now phil knew how dan felt, and it was worse than anything else in the fucking world. heartbroken.