The Way He Looks

The Way He Looks- Chapter 18

A/N:

Hey guys! So, this is the second to last chapter. I didn't even realize how short this phic was going to be. It's okay though, because I already have another phic being prewritten. I might include an epilogue, but IDK. Anyways, here's chapter eighteen for you guys to enjoy!

WARNING: SMUT ;) *terribly written smut, sorry*

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The last night of the trip came around and Dan was rather sad. He actually enjoyed his entire stay, being free from the restraints put on him by his parents. Of course, he loved his parents to death, but it was nice to feel like his own person with his own responsibilities.

Unfortunately, him and Phil realized that their project was due the Monday they came back to school and they still weren’t done. So, they had to spend their last evening of vacation working on their project.

They sat cross legged in front of each other on Phil’s bed, papers spread out between them. They managed to make a little table from a tray they got from room service when they had dinner. “Okay so Dan, you read from this book and just give me any facts that you think are interesting about Aphrodite and just Greek mythology in general,” Phil order, handing Dan a thick book with braille filling every page.

Dan groaned before flipping it open and tracing his finger over the words, page by page. “Ew!” Dan blurted out, “Aphrodite got it on with her great-great-grandson, Adonis.” Phil scrunched his face in disgust before bursting into laughter. “You’d think the goddess of love would have a wider variety,” Phil joked and Dan giggled.

“Actually, she was sort of a bitch,” Dan commented, “She was very violent.” Phil jotted down notes as Dan spoke, occasionally making a face at some of the facts Dan read from the book. “She was the only goddess to make people fall for her,” Dan muttered, “She had some sort of girdle that made people fall in love, and apparently she could use it on herself.” Phil glanced up at the boy and sighed quietly to himself as he watched him move his finger over the page. Looking back down at his paper, he wondered if somebody had used some sort of love power on him.

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“Okay, I think we’ve done enough,” Phil dropped his pencil, “If you come over sometime during the weekend when we come back, I think we’ll manage to have this done before Monday.” Relief washed over Dan’s face as he shut his book and threw it to the floor.

“What time is it?” he asked and Phil glanced over to clock hanging on the wall to see it wasn’t as late as he expected. “It’s a quarter past eight,” he announced and Dan nodded before getting up and flopping on his own bed.

“So, everything’s good with you and PJ?” Phil asked and Dan nodded. “Yeah,” he reassured, “Though I’m still pretty mad that you ditched the two of us when you said we’d be drinking together.” Phil huffed quietly and shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I told you,” he hesitated, “I was with Carrie.”

Dan thought for a second before sitting up. “You guys didn’t,” he trailed off, hoping Phil understood what he meant. Phil suddenly gasped and shook his head quickly. “Of course not,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it definitely wasn’t.

“Oh, because you know, I just thought--”

“I mean, she tried to make a move on me,” Phil rubbed the back of his neck, “But,  I told her I sort of had a thing with someone else.” Dan raised an eyebrow at the comment and decided to dig deeper in what Phil had said. “So, then what happened?” he questioned and Phil shrugged.