MILLIONAIRE'S CLUB ; Phan

💎Dare I Say Eulogy💎

The sky shined the same way it did in Japan every morning for the next ten years, or so it seemed. Every morning Dan would wake up at 5 and make two cups of tea and sit outside on the porch. Phil would stumble out of bed and find the love of his life painting the sunrise, and a warm cup of tea. Phil would kiss him on the head before sitting by him, they didn't speak in the mornings because they didn't need to. They could communicate perfectly with one glance or one flick of the wrist, they didn't need air because they shared the same set of lungs and the same heart and the same love. 

They would cut the grass but it would grow back, they would shovel the driveway but it would snow again, and they didn't mind because every night they got to sleep in the same bed and that was all either one of them could ask for. 

When Phil left for work in the evenings, Dan would spend his time working on his paintings that he sold online. They found that Dan worked better at home rather than out and about, and his talent never failed to sell for hundreds. His work was hung in a gallery downtown after he dabbled in modern art for a few months. He even sold a novel, the one he started writing after he moved in with the elder.

PJ was still around, of course, he still hated Dan for having his wedding in Japan last minute and not being able to be his best man. But they would always shake it off, it didn't matter, PJ knew Dan loved him. The emerald-eyed boy came over every Thursday at 1:45 to hang out with the brunet. Some days they would walk around a book store, PJ always lighting up when he saw Dan's novel, or some days they would hang out in Dan's living room. 

The Millionaire's Club stayed loyal, just as Phil predicted. They hosted parties in the basement once a month, nothing too extravagant just a little get together. Chris had grown fond of Dan quickly, he always brought him something rather it being a sweet from the bakery or a new book he had just finished reading, the pair became their own personal librarians.

Dan called his mom every morning usually after he finished his sunset painting and spoke to her for an hour. His dad didn't approve of his lifestyle, but he wasn't disappointed, Dan had made a living and family for himself - and that was all Mr. Howell could ask for. The father and son spoke about politics and new book ideas, the brunet finding out that his father was quite the storyteller.

The first time Phil's mom met Dan's, the two women spoke for over four hours and left with kisses on cheeks. They got together every two weeks for "Wine and Dine Time" as they called it. Both of them fluttered over Ant as he grew as tall as his dad, and at only 16 he was deafeningly handsome.

Anthony was apart of the High Honors Society and played lacrosse in the summer, while also getting lessons and art by Dan - who he never stopped calling dad. The pair were as thick as thieves, Ant trusted him with anything and everything. Dan had been for most of his life, after all.

Dan and Phil still shouted at the sunrise and they still looked at each other from across crowded rooms and they still flirted like they were young again. Daniel was sure they had been puzzle pieces made for each other, because even after many years of change, he never wanted anyone else to wake up to.

Like birds flying through the Sunday sky.