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A/N: Chocolate-1975 was based on the phanfic. I don’t own the band and Dan&Phil aren't dating/married
I call Phil from my bedroom, I know he was in the house, but I don’t feel like getting up and looking for him. His phone rang one, twice, “Hello?” Phil asked in the phone, I smile at his response. I knew he couldn’t see it though. “Remember last night?” I asked him. “Remember what you promised?” He didn’t answer, just hung up on me. I was a bit disgusted he was acting that way with me. Phil suddenly appeared in the door frame of my room, “Let’s just split the responsibility and you tell one side and I tell the other, yeah?” he asked me. I smile and laugh, “You think I’ll quit?” I wasn’t ready to quit just yet. “I want us to wait at least one more year until we come out as married.” I said to him.
I laugh again and stand up, putting on my shoes. “What are you doing Dan?” Phil asked me. I looked over at him, “Find something black and get your phone, we’re going somewhere where nobody knows.”. I saw the smile and how Phil’s eyes shined brighter than the sun. He walked away, yet soon after he came back in all black and a leather petticoat. “You ready to run away?” Phil asked me. I smiled and walked past him, getting my phone too and walking out. Both of us dressed in black from head to toe. Our eyes meet. My chocolate ones meeting his sky blue eyes.
We walked down the street, our arms wrapped around each other’s waist, laughing and being young. The feds was staring and Phil suggested we head back. I shrug him off and continue to walk, we wasn’t drunk, not one bit. But we acted like it. We finally get to where we was going to be, the old car dump, some of the new cars that where crashed still smelled of disaster, cheap chocolate and flavored condoms.
Phil grabs my arm and looks at me, calmly, “You’ve been active recently, who are you?” he asked me. with a smile. I shrug and wink at him, regretting soon after, but screw it. Our conversation was dropped when the moon slowly raised in the night sky, illuminating Phil’s face and cast a shadow over me. I lead forwards and placed a kiss on his lips, I haven’t kissed him in years, I forgot how soft we was. Phil soon kisses me back, pushing me onto a hood of a red 60′s car and we made out at midnight. He pulled away, I wanted to pause life in this moment, noticing how much, I really love Phil and how I want to kiss him for the rest of my life.
“Lets go home.” I whispered, giving him one last kiss on his nose. We held hands going back home, we stopped at a few places, buying some chocolate and lip balm. We finally got back to our apartment and as soon as I locked the door I kissed him, hard and rough. He takes this time to try to fight for dominance, I let him win. We didn’t have sex, nor leave the lounge. We sat next to the fire place and kissed. When dawn was shining through, I told Phil how I felt, and he kissed my cheek. “I hate you.” I said after he kissed my cheek. He laughs and tackles me into a hug. We than go to his bedroom and rest our bodies for tomorrow night.
I’m really happy that dan and phil are going on tour buts seeing more than one post about people chanting troyler are tyler’s tour is making me nervous that people at the dan and phil tour are going to start chanting phan.
so please if you’re going to the d and p tour please please please don’t start chanting phan or mention phan at the tour
it’s inconsiderate and rude and it will no doubt make them uncomfortable so please no matter how much you want to or how funny you think it’ll be don’t do it
Sunday afternoon, I just finished my homework with my tears and blood stains at the corners. I don’t want to go back to that hell. Poor me. My thoughts was interrupted with my mother barging into my room, her makeup smeared and running down her cheeks. She puts on a smile although I know she is in rage, “Dan dear, help your farther with the fish.” She said to me, and walked back out of my room. I stand away from my desk and slip on my sandals I’ve had since I started year 7, I’m fourteen now. I walk out of my room and into my parents room, the bed covers are messy and from the looks of it damp.
I walk out to the backyard where my farther was gutting fish. I walk up next to him and grab a fish, and cutting it. The blood scared me at first, and the smell was tragic. “Listen boy,” my farther snapped at me, slapping a fish onto the ground and looked at me with his bloodshot eyes. He’s been that way for a while, he grabs my arm and squeezes it, where I can’t get away. I try to pull away and he slaps me with his free hand. I tell him I’m sorry but he just starts to be in-raged.
He leans forward and whispers in my face, “Little faggots like you should be dead.” He then lets go of me and continues with the fish. “Fuck off you faggot!” He snaps at me. I run back inside to my mother acting like nothing was wrong.
The next morning I woke up and got dressed, not caring about my hair or hygiene. I walk outside and walk to school. It takes longer than taking the bus, I just don’t care. I arrive at school to see the small group of higher classmates that torment me. I quietly walk past them, but I was caught my one, he was a foreign student that moved here a few months ago. “What do you want, Felix?” I asked, trying to look tough, but my voice cracks. He laughs and shoves me to the gravel, and I take it.
My wallet, gym clothes, and jacket was stolen by him. I knew I would never see them again or he would where them until they didn’t fit or he wore them out. I skip most of my classes in the boys restroom, hiding in the cubicles, hiding my face in my knees. Around seventh bell one of the other bullies came in to smoke a joint, I hear him laugh and be as quiet as I can, covering my mouth and nose, tears running down my face.
He doesn’t notice me and leaves soon after. I take a breath out, but halfway I had to push it back in, someone else walked in. “Dan?” the voice asked, I could see his feet from the small space between the door and floor. He was a senior in my maths class, I don’t know him well and I just hold my breath. What was I suppose to do? It’s been ten minutes and he wasn’t leaving. I finally breath out and stand up, unlocking the door and looking around for him, he was washing his hands, “Yeah?” I asked him, trying to sound like I wasn’t crying for the past six hours.
“What’s wrong?” He asked me, “Your face is red.” He told me.
I had to make up something quick, “I-I’m just sick.” I lie and smile awkwardly. The other nods, “You want to go to the nurse?” he asked me. My smile dropped and shook my head, “School is almost over I’ll make it.” I said. The other nods, “Oh!” He looked like he remembered something, “The teacher asked me to see if you was okay and he wants you back in class.” I nod and he leaves. I walk out of the bathroom and out of the school. I couldn't take it anymore.
I return home to see it still standing. To my surprise I thought it have fell thanks to my dad’s handy work. “No time to lose.” I said with tears in my eyes. I walk inside and go to the bathroom, where the medicine cabinet is, and swallow the whole bottle or pain relief, and to wash down the pill taste I drink half of the bottle of sleep medicine.
I return to my bedroom and lay on my bed. Closing my eyes for the last time. I couldn’t stand anymore of the torture. My mother being raped, being tormented by other kids and my farther, the day my brother was taken away from me by them, but most of all, acting pure when I’m burning in hell.
I wake up, why? Was I in hell? Limbo? No, in a hospital bed. My mother stood next to me holding my hand, my farther was watching the TV in my room, ignoring that I was awake. I turn my head to the right, to see that boy from school, I knew he cared. I didn’t smile, I cried.
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