MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Summers Edge💎

Months had gone by and Daniel was so happy to finally be out of class. As promised, he visited PJ every day after class and hung out until 4 when he would go home and see Ant and Phil. Ant was starting preschool, so he was gone most of the days which meant Dan was freed of duty from babysitting. He wasn't sure if he still needed to watch Ant since he was originally the sitter, but since moving in, things had been different. 

PJ had gone back home to his mama, Dan held him extra long before he left because PJ had gotten a call a few weeks before from his mom asking if he could help pack up Alison's things from her room. Dan guessed it was time for them to move on, the grieving was long but staring at a room full of objects that held too many memories can hurt so much worse.

He was laying in his new bed, the bed he shared with his boyfriend. The TV was on as he was watching a movie on Netflix. He heard the front door open, then close, followed by the familiar shout of Phil Lester. "Dan? You home?"

"I'm up here!" He called back, waiting a few minutes before the older man appeared in the doorway, tie around his hands as he was pulling it out of his suit. He tugged off the blazer and threw it on the ground, followed by his pants until he was only a shirt and a pair of briefs. He fell onto the queen-sized bed before crawling up to Daniel, wrapping his arm around his waist and laying on the boy's chest.

He fell asleep moments after Dan started running his hands through his raven black hair. Dan only smiled before continuing to watch his movie.

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The weeks seemed to be filled with nonsense, he wanted to get a job but Phil said he liked him home all day. Ant started having nightmares so he would crawl into bed with Dan and Phil but since Phil was a heavy sleeper, only Dan would wake, scooting over to make room for the boy. But by morning both Ant and Phil would be gone, only leaving Dan with a letter on the bedside table stating how Phil would be back around 8 and how much he loved him.

He yearned for something to do and without PJ he felt alone and trapped in that huge house all by himself. He needed friends and suddenly all of those years constantly avoiding people and never developing social skills hit him like a brick. Where the hell was he going to find friends? There were apps for it, but meeting someone online seemed weird to him. He wanted face to face conversation, but just false text messages with a name attached.

He sat at his desk in front of his laptop, Spotify streaming music out. His eyes flicked over to the bookcase that rested on the other side of the room, his mother used to tell him he was gifted because he could sit in front of a stack of books and never get bored. They bragged about how he could consume books over and over, reading from sun up to sun down. Once he hit high school he fell behind on classes and no one dared to give him the world "gifted" ever again.

With a sudden urge of inspiration, he opened a Google Document and titled it Bloomfield. He didn't know what he wanted to do yet, all he knew was that he wanted to write.

And write is what he did.

a/n

so bad this is a filler chapter sorry