Phan Oneshots

Red Quarters

They had been dating for as long as they could remember, and had known each other for even longer. All their friends at school knew they were perfect for each other, and it was common knowledge that they would get married. Their friends knew it, their teachers knew it, and their parents knew it. There was nothing spectacular about them per say, nothing special, nothing unique, they just fit together well. They had the same interests, same ideas, same thought process. After school each day they hung out together, sometimes at Dan's house, sometimes at Phil's. Everything they did, they did together.

School had just gotten out, and they had walked to the local market to get something to eat. The cashier gave them a red quarter.

"Where do you suppose red quarters come from?" Dan asked, his curiosity coming into play.

Phil responded quickly, as if knowing what his boyfriend was going to say. "I think it has to do with the cleaning process, some just turn red." It was a logical response, and Dan quickly stopped asking questions, but he was obviously interested.

Their 5 year anniversary was coming up, and Phil, noticing how Dan had become so interested in the red quarter, had a sudden burst of inspiration. They met where they had first met, outside of their old primary school, as they did every year on this day. Phil gave Dan a box, it wasn't very big, about the size of a baseball, but it was wrapped up in shiny wrapping paper that glimmered in the sun, and tied up with a big red bow. Dan took the box, eagerly wanting to know what it contained, but at the same time careful, as to not rip the paper. Inside was a single red quarter, similar to the one from the other day, but at the same time, somehow different. Before he had time to ask questions, Phil told Dan that he had an idea, something cool that would be meaningful between them, "The other day, you seemed so interested in where red quarters come from, so I thought why not answer our own question? I was thinking we could paint all our quarters red, so whenever we get a red quarter, we think of each other"

Years passed, they graduated High School, and were both in the same college. They planned to get married within the month. They had painted thousands of quarters red, and every time they saw a red quarter they smiled, and thought about each other. Phil had to stay late one night, catch up on a test. He called Dan and told him, he was driving to their house from work at the moment, and said he'd see him later. He called him again once he had finished his work, it went straight to voicemail. He found that strange, but thought nothing of it.

Phil arrived home, and to his surprise Dan wasn't there. He called him again, no answer. Phil called his friends, but nobody had seen Dan either. Phil started to worry, he called his family to see if any of them knew where he was, but nobody did. He stayed up all night, worried for his soon to be husbund. Waiting for him to call, text anything. Suddenly his phone rang "My god! You had me worried sick!" he said as he picked up the receiver. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm not your fiancé, I have an urgent matter I must speak with you about, are you sitting down?" His stomach knotted up, every possibility rushed through his head. "Your fiancé was in a car crash, he is currently in critical condition at St. Judes Hospital, would you like any help getting there?" "N-no", he stammered, the words barely came out, they stung him every time he tried to talk.

He hung up the phone, got in his car, and drove to the hospital. Phil went to Dan's bedside and held his hand. "It's going to be ok" Phil said, he squeezed his lover's hand. He didn't squeeze back. Phil stayed with Dan for 2 days. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat. He stayed there even after his heart failed. Even after he was pronounced dead. He just sat there, staring at him. He looked into his eyes, but his spark was gone. Phil knew Dan wasn't there anymore. He thought about every memory he had with him, when they first met, how he had given him his cookie from lunch. When they were in a play together in middle school as Romeo and Juliet. How they had celebrated almost every birthday of their lives together, and now he was gone, so suddenly. The doctor pulled him outside of the room, and they wheeled his limp and lifeless body away.

Phil never stopped loving Dan, not for a moment. He never stopped painting red quarters, not one. He dropped out of college, he quit work. His friends stopped by every once in a while. "It will get better" they said "You are going to be alright" they told him. He knew they were at a loss for words, trying to make him feel like he couldn't have stopped it. Like it wasn't his fault. He knew better, he knew, if only he hadn't worked late. If only he had called Dan again, if only he had asked him out to dinner that night. Maybe, just maybe, Dan would still be here, by his side.

It was their anniversary. Phil went out to their old High School, he looked to the field and remembered the game they watched, it seemed like forever ago. He remembered everywhere they had been. He sat where they used to sit at lunch, remembering all of the conversations they had shared, all the ideas, all their plans. It was worth nothing now, he realized that, it had all been pointless. Everything they had shared, it was over, and Dan was gone. He had nothing. He walked to the local market, where they had first gotten a red quarter. He bought a drink, and the cashier gave him a red quarter. He looked at it in disbelief, and it was too much. He couldn't handle it anymore. His purpose was gone, and everything he saw reminded him of that fact.

His friend found him, 3 days later. Phil had hung himself using a belt Dan had loved to wear. He had a note in his pocket. "You left me so early, I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. My world fell apart around me, everything that used to make me happy just made me think of you, and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't live without you. Maybe we can be together again, this is my hope." The scene was cleaned, the house resold to another family, like nothing had ever happened. A young boy moved in with his parents, he met a kind boy in primary school, they became best of friends.

They had been dating for as long as they could remember, and had known each other for even longer. All their friends at school knew they were perfect for each other, and it was common knowledge that they would get married. Their friends knew it, their teachers knew it, and their parents knew it. There was nothing spectacular about them per say, nothing special, nothing unique, they just fit together well. They had the same interests, same ideas, same thought process. After school each day they hung out together, sometimes at one house, sometimes at the other's. Everything they did, they did together. One day they went to the local market to get some food. The cashier gave them a red quarter. "Where do you suppose red quarters come from?" One boy asked the other. "I don't know," he replied "it looks painted, like somebody did it on purpose." Their anniversary was the next day, and he had the perfect idea for an anniversary gift...

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Sory about not writting sooner but i have another oneshot half done, im just so busy i have no time to do anything i enjoy doing, writing included. Oh well, comment and vote please or else i will.....give you a cookie.....filled with raisins.

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