A different christmas //PHAN\\ (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

*DANS POV*
Morning had just broke and I actually got about 1-2 hours last night. I don't know why or what was different, maybe this sweater that man gave me. It did keep me warm, and something just made me feel... Happy about this whole thing. I think it was happiness? I haven't really felt that emotion in quite a while. Wait what was his name? Phil.. Thank you phil so much I should've thanked you last last but thank you.
The rest of the bums in this area began to awake and noticed my sweater, an few old men came towards me.
"That's a nice sweater you got there.. You didn't have it last night.." One pointed out a bit straight forward.
I didn't like talking but I knew what the people here were like, I should say something.
"A-someone came bye and gave it to me.." I stuttered quietly.
"Gave it to you! What about the rest of us?? We got nothing and you get a whole sweater!" The man shouted to standing behind him 'backing him up'
"Every one else w-was... Asleep. And the person can't give everyone something at once." I claimed.
"Yeah but... You're a little fag," that was the last thing they said before grabbing me and pulling the sweater away from me, I grunted as there old wrinkly hands were latched onto my body shaking me around just because Of someone's kind charity. They walked away without a single word, the man putting the sweater on and sitting by his fire.

the hours went on the day warmed up a tad but still fairly chilly. i survived though. again sitting there staring of into the distance only my face wasn't completely emotionless, I'm not sure what it was but not emotionless.
despite the incident that happened earlier with the sweater i couldn't stop thinking about phil. why did he give me the sweater? the bums were right i didn't deserve it, and there... was other people up still so why me?
this wasn't the only thought on my mind, it was me just thinking about him in general, he was a good person.
"wheres your sweater?" a familiar voice came i looked up to see him, phil.
i turned my head around looking at the three old bastards with their fire and Phil's sweater.
"do... do you want it back?" i asked bowing my head down refusing to look at him.
"oh you do talk? no it was yours to keep, why did you give it to them?"
"i didn't," i explained with the sense phil was confused for a moment, then his eyes shot over to the men.
"they took it?? ill go and get it back!" he began to walk but i grabbed his wrist, i didn't even think about it i just... grabbed it. i don't normally look at people let alone touch them. but there i was staring right into Phil's eyes and a tight grip on his wrist.
"they'll hurt you," i warned him.
he didn't seem scared but only for a moment then he loosened up and sat next to me, still about a foot away. i guess he understood i had boundaries.
"do you want this sweater?"
"no they'll take that too." i looked away again.
"what if i give everyone one of you sweaters?"
"you don't have that many sweaters."
"you'd be surprised," phil smirked at me, he was such a cheerful person i could see it. "although id be maybe one or two off... i can knit sweaters though!"
knit sweaters? he knits? well what do you know. i was still unsure of phil but just from him being so ready to help everyone here i enjoy him being here.
"oh ok... have fun with that i guess..." i said trying to regain my fear to talk.
"you can come." phil came straight and smiling so confident of his offer, why would he want me to come.
"oh and here, have $10,"
"will you stop it!" i said nearly shouting, "i don't need this you know! I'm fine sitting here doing nothing! why do you even care? why do you care about me?? why did i get the sweater why am i getting the offer to fucking knit why are you giving ME $10??!" i said getting louder after each sentence. i don't know why i said that he was just being nice and-
my thoughts were end as he pounded his sweet pale lips onto mine, i didn't kiss back though.. i ran the complete opposite direction.