MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Say It💎

Daniel suddenly found himself down in the basement right after he set Ant down for his afternoon nap. The young boy was definitely one of the best kids he has ever met, he was so sweet and kind and understanding. People weren't born hateful and angry and full of prejudice unless they were raised that way- and Daniel was happy Haillie hadn't gotten her claws into the young boys soft flesh.

His phone was pressed to the shell of his ear as he paced around the Millionaire's Club, the lights from the slot machines jumping out and shining at him, like candy at a baby. It rang and rang and rang until he was met with that untimely dial tone that drove him over the bend. He suddenly regretted calling Phil, he was busy at a high functioning working job that some people's lives depended on, so instead of leaving him to wonder if some college student burned down his house, Daniel left a quick message before hanging up.

"Hey, nothing is on fire so don't worry. Kinda stupid why I called you so don't bother calling back if you're busy. Bye."

He set his phone down on the velvet of the pool table, leaning up against it and running his hands over his face and through his hair. What was he going to do, tell a married man that he was in love with him? Over the phone. He wasn't a high schooler anymore, even though he still felt like it at times. He was an adult now- out of the house, baby bird wings stretched wide and thin. He was stressed and scared and fucking head over heels for a man he barely knew but somehow felt like he had known him his whole life. 

He trudged back upstairs, nearly crashing into Haillie as her dollhouse heels clicked against the kitchen tiles, her head on a swivel and her breast cramped into a push-up bra so tight he was sure her implants would go pop pop pop! just like a balloon.

"There you are!" She exclaimed. "I am going out for dinner with some friends, I don't know when I'll be back." She said briefly, waiting for Dan's abrupt nod before turning and walking out the door at the sound of a car honking. Just out the window, the brunet could see Haillie climbing into a nice cherry red car, candy cane stripped seats that fit three other girls inside. They yelled and hollered- all cheerleader pink lipstick. It reminded him of bubble gum. Pop pop pop.

He hated cheerleaders.

It wasn't long until Anthony woke up again, his eyes wide with childish amusement and curiosity as he climbed down those big stairs and wavered into Dan's arms. He balanced the baby on his frail hips, smiling and asking him what he wanted to do and if he was hungry.

He shook his head to the second question but replied with. "I want to dance,"

"Dance? Yeah okay, we can do that, bub." He jiggled the boy on his hip before climbing back up the stairs and setting him down on his little feet. Dan walked over to Phil's office, certain that he had seen a speaker in there somewhere.

"You're not allowed to go in there!" Ant suddenly exclaimed, hands on his hair and shaking his head like a disappointed mom who's son missed the goal during soccer. "No one is."

"Don't worry, your daddy lets me." Dan smiled, walking inside the room and beelining for the big mahogany desk, shivering when he remembered that they did on this desk while he was trapped in that closet only a couple feet away. He shook it off, opening the different drawers and searching for that darned speaker. 

"He does?"

"Yes, I have been in here many times." The drawers were mainly filled with paperwork and pens and pencils, others with more papers and a binder of sorts. As he opened the last drawer, a piece of paper slipped out, it was cut short and reminded him of those permission slips the school office would give you in the middle school. He hadn't meant to read it, he really didn't, but his eyes fell over the name (printed in big bold letters) DANIEL JAMES HOWELL.