You're Special To Me

Dan's POV- 15

We shared the double bed that night,  wrapped in each other's arms whilst watching the world go by outside. It was strange how everyone had their own lives, and they were oblivious of everything else; such as Phil and I were in love. After two/three years of being best friends, we had finally confessed our love. Tbh, it sounded like the beginning of a love story. Eventually, I fell asleep on Phil's chest to the sound of cars and the disco. It wasn't that late, perhaps 10:00pm, but I was so tired and emotionally drained that I was gone within seconds. I had no nightmares, which was strange yet pleasant, but no dreams either. It seemed I was uncapable of them.

When I woke up, Phil wasn't there. I lay there for a second, trying to gather my thoughts, when suddenly everything came rushing back. I shot up in horror, feeling my cheeks burn. I remembered I was in the bath... I tried to drown myself... Phil rescued me... Phil... he kissed me... I kissed back...

But I was straight! I couldn't be with Phil; my best friend of all people! I knew Phil was gay, but had he always felt that way about me? Am I what made him realise he was gay? I didn't know, but what I did know was that I am 14 and I can't be in a relationship with Phil. Last night was a mistake, one that I couldn't make again. But how would I tell Phil? I guess I'd just have to go with it.

At that moment, the door opened and Phil came in in only his shorts. His chest was bare. Of course I had seen him only in his boxers, but now that we had kissed I couldn't stop the heat from rushing up to my face again. He noticed me awake and grinned, his eyes full of love. He seemed so happy, I just couldn't break his heart. But what was worse, I knew I loved him. I was not straight, and I was in love with my best friend.

"Good morning sleepyhead." He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, looking very awkward.
Screw this, I thought, and tackled him. I pressed my lips to his and melted into him. He tasted of our minty toothpaste, and smelt like the shampoo from our shower. He was obviously ready to go. I stroked his cheek as I pulled away. "Good morning." I sighed and he bent down to kiss my neck. I giggled and playfully pushed him away. "Breakfast first, Phil. Jeez." I climbed out of the thin sheets, into the warmth of Lanzarote, and grabbed my shorts. I pulled them on over my boxers, noticing how tanned I already was. I looked like a burnt peice of toast now.

"Hurry up Dan." Phil sung sweetly, watching me scowl at my curly hair. There wasn't any time to straighten it, so I just left it and followed Phil outside. We locked up and joined hands.

"My parents can't see us." I immediatley dropped it, feeling very ashamed. My parents would shun me! "They mustn't know, Phil, please." I begged, giving him my best puppy-eyes.

"It's fine. I'll tell mine first, and they can speak to your parents, if you want?"

I nodded, thinking that would probably be a good idea. Phil's mum was very pursuasive. "Thank you." We walked to breakfast, where I placed ten pancakes on my plate and drenched them in maple syrup, until I saw the chocolate sauce and poured that over. It looked delicious.

"Unhealthy breakfast." Phil shook his head at me, also holding a large plate of pancakes and chocolate sauce. "It's a great idea."

I finally spotted my family in the centre of all the chaos, gathered around large plates of sausages and bacon and beans. We sat down with them and filled them in on our first day of swimming. We left out the rest of the night.

"Sounds like you had lots of fun, then." Implied Mrs Howell. "What did you do later on?"

"Oh... we just..." my mind went blank. Why couldn't I just say we watched a movie, or read a book or went to the disco? The words didn't come out. "...uh... we..."

"We... played... pirates..." Phil paused, and then realised what he just said.

"Yeah." I laughed shakily, shooting him a 'what the actual F?!' look. "Pirates... of the Carribean. I was Jack Sparrow."

"And... I was... Captain Barbosa." Phil grinned proudly, though his eyes said it all: he had never watched Pirates of the Carribean. "It was fun."

"Oh... that's nice." My mum forced a smile before turning her head away and stuffing a spoonful of beans into her mouth.

I nodded, and then caught an amused look from Adrian. He was about to laugh. "Shut up." I growled at him, slicing up my pancakes.

"I know." He giggled, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I frowned. "Know what?"

He chuckled. "I can read you like a book, Daniel. Plus, I heard you last night whilst sitting outside ur door."

"What the fudge are you talking about?" I hissed, keeping my voice low.

He leaned in and his icy breath stirred my hair as he whispered: "You and Phil are boyfriends. And if you do one thing to ruin this holiday I will tell mum and dad. I promise you that, big brother."

I went cold and just stared at him in fury.

"Not so big anymore, are you?" He laughed and ignored me for the rest of breakfast.