the chaos of longing, phan

one

February. 1961

"Phil! "

Phil Lester was walking down the street alone in the gloomy moonlight with his hands in his jeans pockets, getting lost in his own thoughts, until he heard a familiar voice calling his name from afar. He stopped in his track, turning around and unknowingly, a tiny smile crept across his face.

Of course it was Dan, Phil could now see a small figure in a white sweatshirt and light blue jeans, running toward him.

"Phil!"

The night air was freezing but fresh, and it smelled like rain and forest. Phil ran his fingers through his slick black hair, waiting for Dan to catch up.

"Hey," Phil called from where he was standing, the smile on his face widened.

With a red and puffy face, and wavy brown locks looking messy and adorable, Dan finally stopped in front of Phil, panting.

"Where did you go?" Dan asked, bending forward slightly, hands on the knees. His breath was still shaky. "I've been looking for you."

Phil laughed lightly. "Sorry buddy, just walking around."

"I'm not gonna forgive you," Dan faked a pout and crossed his arms. When he didn't get any reaction from Phil other than a single shrug, he just huffed and lightly grabbed Phil's hands to lace their fingers together and started walking ahead without looking back, ignoring his fast beating heart from the buzzy feeling on his fingertips.

But of course Phil Lester was a having none of that and Dan hated him for it.

"Well," Phil smirked but still letting himself being pulled by the boy. "What are you doing?" He pretended to pull his hands away, but Dan just gripped them tighter, not letting go.

"It's dark here, I don't like it."Dan tried to sound nonchalant, but the corner of his mouth still curved up to a little smile.

"You're fifteen, cutie, grow up."Phil joked.

"No! I don't want to be old like you."

"Twenty's not that old."

"Yes, it is,"Dan replied. They kept walking side by side in silence, still holding hands, both smiling softly.

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