Poisonous Lips (Phan) Book Two Of Let It Burn (On Hold)

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Sophie glanced at the boys she bit down on her lip in hesitation. Dan let out another cry slamming his bedroom door to block out Phil and Sophie. "Dan!" Phil shouted walking after him. "Stop, if you yell at him it won't get any better." Sophie blew out a breath holding Phil back. "He needs me" Phil argued trying to push passed the girl. "What he needs is support. If you can't give that to him of course he won't open up to you" Sophie explained pulling Phil back. The raven haired boy grimaced "please, I have to try." Phil's voice sounded like a shattered glass as he strangled a cry in his throat. Sophie nodded slowly, "fine, but I want to come in as well." Sophie knocked lightly on Dan's door. "Dan, we want you to know that whatever it is you feel, you can talk to us about it whenever you please. We won't be mad I promise." Sophie answered softly, she heard a sniffle then a small cry before the door swung open.

"Can't you see Sophie, I can't explain what's happening that makes me lash out. I feel like it's destructive if I do try to explain somehow. I don't mean what I say most days but the words spill out like a water fountain and in the end everyone gets hurt. All because of me." Dan frowned his hand on the door knob. "That's okay, it's okay" Sophie reassured. "What do you want Phil" Dan asked as his sweater hung down on him covering his hands. "How can I help you Dan?" Phil asked walking forward at a slow pace. "How should I know. Therapy didn't work, talking doesn't help. Neither do the meds they expect me to take like I'm their lab rat. Hoping deep down that I don't get symptoms because that would lead to more meds." Dan rubbed his fire red rimmed eyes "I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry." Dan frowned watching as the sweater he was wearing slipped down his shoulder. The cool mist in the apartment made him shiver to himself as he grabbed needily at the clothing pulling it up again. He hugged into himself staring at Phil. "Can I help you?" He spat out now glaring at Phil. "Dan are you cold?" Phil asked pointing to the giant black sweater that was swallowing Dan up. "Yeah, it's cold in here." He glanced away then back at Phil. Phil hummed "it's 80 degrees in here?" Phil responded with a look of inquisitivness. "Well, I get cold" Dan tried to play off the excuse. "In 80 degrees?" Phil asked raising an eyebrow. "Literally Phil, back off, okay you're not my guardian. You may be older by five years but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like a kid. I'm a grown adult!" Dan scolded closing his bedroom door with force.