Shiny (phan)

7

(Phil's POV)

While eating our pancakes Dan was asking quite a random questions when one struck me by surprise.

"Phil, why do you wear makeup?" He asked.

Now I was trying to find a solid answer but I really couldn't all I could think of is a counter questions that may answer mine so I decided to go with that.

"Well Danny, why do you have tattoos." I asked him. The look on his face was full of focus and what seemed to be fear. I felt like I might have hit a sore subject until he snapped me out of my whirl of scared thoughts when he said.

"Well I guess to have artistic expression, also when I would tell people I wanted to be a tattoo artist when I was younger most people told me I wouldn't be able to do it, and that it was a stupid career. So I became one to give like a 'fu** you' to the people who doubted me."

I sat there in shock not really knowing how to reply till I guess he was comfortable sharing his life and continued.

"Also my mom was very strict with me and would never let me draw on myself or let me get tattoos so it was also a little bit of rebellion to my mom, and ever since I got this big one on my neck, she told me she never wanted to speak with me again."

"Have to tried to speak to her Dan?"

"S-she to-old me she n-ever wanted to speak with me ah-again.." he said choking on sobs trying to hind his face.

"Well maybe to if you tried to call her you could see what happens." I said as I sat next to him going in for a hug. He accepted the hug and sounded on the edge of tears.

"Danny it's okay to cry." And as soon I those words left my mouth he was full on sobbing, I don't think he's cried that much in a while and he's been holding it all in.

And I just held him there rocking back and forth till he seemed to calm down a bit. I got up and poured a glass of water for him to drink as he did sit there for 30 minutes with lots of water streaming down his eyeballs. He smiled at me when I came to sit next to him when he finally calmed down, he took out his phone a unlocked it.

(Dans POV)

I unlocked my phone and went to my contacts to call my mother after almost 5 years of not speaking. I was shaking I was so nervous she wouldn't pick up, or pick up and just yell me me telling me to never call her again.

I thought 'screw it' and pressed her contact, and called her. It rang and rang until it rang out. I was sad and disappointed until Phil said to try again. I did. And she picked up the phone this time.

A/N: another cliff hanger because my arms hurt from holding my phone up haha suffer.