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Summary: The Howells have been the proud owners of a small but famous bookstore since the 1800s. They are known for being the only shop that collects original copies of magic writings. Dan works as the bookkeeper of the shop. As the busiest season approaches, one of the most renowned magic families reaches out to the shop and offers to gift them an original Spellbook of sorts. Little did Dan know that these offers would change his life forever.
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Chapter ONE
Warnings: Horror elements
It was raining. No, it was an absolute downpour outside, the sounds of the wind graining against Dan’s nerves. For the first time since he moved out of his parent’s house, he wished he hadn’t. Storms had always made him anxious, especially as a little kid, but this storm in particular seemed to be clawing at his mind, trying to make him break down. A sudden loud crash of thunder sent the grown man underneath his duvet, only his face poking out. He felt like a child.
He tremored and sucked in a gulp of air, trying to ignore the noise from the outside. Dan had tried watching a show, listening to music, and even reading a book, but nothing could distract his mind from the hellish sounds outside his walls. So, he was trapped, listening to the angry pelting of rain on his roof, the howling wind, and the crashing thunder.
Dan knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that the weather couldn’t hurt him, nor was it trying to, but his anxiety was bad enough without a storm setting it off. The warning from Phil’s note still echoed in his mind. Was there any real danger, or was Phil messing with him? As much as he wanted to tell himself that it was some kind of messed-up prank, he just couldn’t see it being one. He didn’t trust Phil, or any magic wielder really, but deep down he knew that more dangerous, more manipulative forces were out there.
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the world outside his window, showing an oddly human-shaped silhouette in his back garden. His brown eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, trying to calm his uneven breathing. It was just a bush or something, it had to be. No one in their right mind would be out in a storm like this one, especially this late at night. Dan looked at the time on his phone with shaky hands, realizing it was just a bit past midnight. This storm had been going on for nearly two hours without stopping.
Dan went to set his phone back down when it vibrated in his hand, bringing his attention back to it. He read the Ring notification repeatedly, a cold ball of fear forming in his stomach. “There is a person at your front door.”
He took in a shaky breath, pulling up the live video feed of his doorbell before he could talk himself out of it. Outside, on his front porch was a small-statured person, standing with their head down. He could only see that they had shorter, wavy-looking hair, and they seemed to be dry. Confusion overshadowed his unease for a moment as he studied the figure. They looked familiar in a way that Dan couldn’t quite place.
Dan shook his head at himself again and sighed, deciding to ask the person what they were doing. He was safe in his room, the doors and windows were locked, and maybe the person needed help. Before he could even begin to speak to the person, he noticed that the figure had moved closer to the camera, like they were trying to look through it. Dan swallowed thickly and observed the person silently. It was like they were trying to use the camera as a peephole. Like they were trying to see inside.
“I know you’re in there Daniel, come on, let me inside. I have missed you my dear.” the figure spoke, making Dan’s heart pound loudly in his ears.
That voice. All at once, Dan realized why the figure had seemed familiar and who that voice belonged to. It was his Nana. The same Nana who had raised him alongside his parents. She had been the first person he came out as gay to, the person who taught him piano, the person who would always sing to him when storms like the one outside would keep him awake. It was also the same Nana who had died just three years ago.
“Daniel! Stop ignoring your grandmother and let me inside! Come on bear, it’s been much too long! It’s cold out here Daniel! Do you want me to get sick and die again? Do you want that on your conscience?” his Nana yelled from outside.
Only, he knew that person couldn’t be his Nana. As much as he wanted it to be, he knew that it was some kind of imposter. Phil had warned him to stay inside, and Phil’s journal had warned him about the dead returning. Of course, he hadn’t read the page earlier, but he knew that he needed to now. His hands shook as he picked up the large book, watching the pages turn themselves to the one he desired.
“The Three Days of Darkness. Day 1, the dead come walking.”
“The creatures that I have seen make me want to vomit. They take on the form of passed loved ones, taking on their voices, mannerisms, and everything to trick people into trusting them. They look almost perfect, but there seems to always be something just a bit wrong. I saw my grandfather, or it looked, sounded, and even acted like my grandfather. However, the sick creature seemed to forget that humans can not turn their heads 360 degrees. I knew it wasn’t my grandfather, even before the creature dropped the facade, as he had been dead since I was only twelve years old.
When I yelled at the creature to go away, it got angry and ran at me. Its fingers sprouted sharp, blackened claws. Its eyes glowed red and its jaw unhinged like a snake ready to eat. Of course, it wasn’t able to harm me through my family’s protective ward, but it did try. I’m not so sure it could have harmed me anyway.
Though these creatures are nearly masters of disguise and very strong, it seems as though they must be trusted before they can harm anyone. My grandmother believes that they are a type of fae. The fae is very tricky and smart. They feast on human emotion for the most part, but some more malevolent fae fully devour people, magical or not.
I don’t believe they are a type of fae, but I don’t know what they are, so I just call them mimics. Since my first encounter, I have only seen them two other times. Most recently. I had one trying to appear as Daniel Howell, it was nearly a perfect recreation. Luckily, I knew that they only came around one night of the year, so I was already prepared for the attempted trickery. I believed the mimic for a moment though, perhaps it was wishful thinking. However, the mimic didn’t take into account that Daniel doesn’t know his role in my life yet.
This was the first mimic that I destroyed, and when I did, all that was left behind was an obsidian stone, carved to be the shape of a heart. My grandmother kept it, hoping to track where it came from and who it might belong to. All I know now is that these mimics were created by some kind of sick, twisted magic that I want nothing to do with. And it is very unpredictable and dangerous.”
Dan shuddered at the words in the book before turning his attention back to his phone, watching the ‘mimic’ pace angrily on his porch. It was agitated that he wouldn’t reply to it, and now, he didn’t plan on it. Instead, he clicked out of the ring app and went to his contacts, cursing at himself before calling Phil.
“Dan? Are you alright?” Phil asked, answering on the first ring.
Dan took in a shaky breath, chuckling at himself, “I um… no actually. There is a creature outside on my front porch that’s trying to look like my Nana. She died years ago Phil, and it’s getting angry and I’m kinda fucking terrified right now.”
The other side of the line went completely silent for a moment, making Dan check to see if the call had failed or something. “Um… Phil?” he asked nervously.
Phil growled through his teeth, “I will be right there. Stay in your room, do not make a sound. I’ll keep you safe.”
“I-.” The line cut off before Dan could even finish his sentence.
Dan buried himself completely underneath his duvet and pulled the Ring app open on his phone, watching as the mimic got even more agitated. He could see that it was losing control over how it looked. It was going back and forth between tall and short like it was struggling to keep its shape. Its back was becoming more haunched over and occasionally letting out sickening popping sounds when its bones stretched and changed.
“Daniel if you don’t let me in I will let myself in.” It suddenly shrieked, no longer sounding anything like his Nana. Hell, it didn’t even sound human anymore. The voice was strangled, shrill, and painful to Dan’s ears.
The brunette bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought back the scream of fear that was in his throat. The creature looked at the camera with glowing green eyes before it started to rip at his door. He could hear the sound of ripping, creaking wood even without his phone. It was echoing through his house.
Suddenly, multiple figures appeared in the background of the Ring camera, slipping in and out of view. Though Dan couldn’t completely see their shape, he immediately felt more at ease. The shapes were small, precise, and made more sense in his mind. Before he could think too hard about what was happening, three foxes were standing behind the mimic on his porch.
He quickly recognized the fox that was standing in the middle as Phil. Phil was here to save him, just like he had promised. Dan smiled nervously and allowed his tense shoulders to relax a bit. It was as if something in the air had changed like he knew he was safe at last.
“Don’t watch the camera please Dan, this is not going to be pretty and I don’t need you being more afraid than you already are.” Phil’s voice came in through his mind, making him shudder.
He sighed in annoyance, tempted to watch what was happening just to spite Phil. Though, he had a feeling that he didn’t want to see what was about to happen. From what Phil had written in his journal, the foxes outside were about to “destroy” the mimic, and Dan didn’t want to think about what that meant. He quickly closed out of the Ring app and set his phone down beside himself.
After what felt like hours, he heard soft footsteps heading toward him, sending a nervous shiver up his spine.
“It’s just me Dan. We got rid of it. My family went back home, but I’m going to stay with you for now, if that’s alright.” Phil explained gently.
Dan peeked his head out from underneath his blanket and looked Phil up and down, not trusting what he was seeing, “how do I know you’re not one of those fucking mimic things? You might not even be the real Phil!” he accused quickly, not caring how ridiculous he might sound.
“I’m the real Phil little dove, now, I’m going to stay with you to make sure you’re safe. It’s up to you if I stay inside with you or go back outside.” Phil’s voice answered in Dan’s mind, helping the brunette relax more.
“I… sorry. I guess I’m in shock or something.” Dan whispered sheepishly, biting on his thumbnail, “You can stay inside. The weather is still gross and yeah…”
Phil nodded and sat on the floor, looking up at Dan wordlessly and taking notice of the book that was still sitting open beside the brunette. Dan glanced between the book and Phil, suddenly feeling like a child who had been caught taking a cookie before dinner. He felt like he did something wrong, though he had been told to read the journal. It still felt as though he had overstepped. A question suddenly popped into his head, now that his fear had all but disappeared.
“Phil, I read your entry about the mimics, and it said something about me not knowing my role in your life. What does that mean?” Dan asked, looking directly into Phil’s eyes.
A soft chuckle left Phil’s chest as he stared right back at Dan, “I had a feeling you would ask. Well, I knew you would ask I suppose. You, Daniel, are my muse.” he explained calmly.
Dan raised an eyebrow, “so I inspire you?” he asked, feeling unimpressed.
Phil fully laughed at his response, shaking his head, “No, I mean yes, you do inspire me. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen, the most gorgeous soul I will ever know, but that’s not what a muse is for someone like me.”
He took a deep breath before suddenly appearing on the bed next to Dan, nervously linking their hands together. At first, Dan was sure that he imagined the electric hum that formed between their fingers, blaming the sudden unexpected warmth. Then he saw the glowing light around their clenched palms. It reminded him of a flickering candle, but larger, more intense. It let off a warmth like he had never felt before. The feeling of the glow was so hot that it should’ve burned him, but it didn’t. All he could feel was comfort, relief even. He felt more whole than he could even imagine.
“That is what it means for you to be my muse. My magic is stronger than anyone in my family, stronger than anyone that we Lesters have met as well. But when I’m with you, our magic combines, and we both become even stronger.” Phil whispered, looking into Dan’s eyes with a blush on his cheeks.
Dan stuttered before shaking his head at Phil. “I’m not a magic user Phil. No Howell has ever had magic before, it’s literally a part of branding with the shop. Magic is hereditary, I can’t have it.”
“Oh, but you do. It’s very strong as well. Not all magic is hereditary love, some magic is gifted. You’ve had magic since the day that you marked yourself with the knife. The same knife that you saw in your dream. The same knife that left what you call a birthmark on your thigh.” Phil hummed, loosening his grip on Dan’s hand in case he wanted to let go.
Dan surprised himself when he clung onto Phil’s hand, pulling the man closer. “If I actually have magic, how come I’ve never felt it before?” He asked sternly.
Phil smiled softly, but it didn’t meet his eyes, “You hate magic. You’ve seen how it hurts people, how it can make even the nicest people fall into darkness. I know you lost your best friend to magic. That’s why you don’t trust anyone who has magic. You’ve never tried to use it beffore Dan, that’s why you didn’t know.” he explained, rubbing Dan’s back.
“Please don’t bring her up… it hurts too much.” Dan whimpered, turning away from the man beside him, “I don’t have magic. I’m not strong enough to have that kind of power, it would destroy me. I would destroy everything around me. I would hurt people that I love. I don’t trust myself enough as it is! Why did you have to come and make my life so confusing? Life used to make sense, and then you brought magic into the mix! I hate you. I wish you never came around!” Dan yelled, tearing his hand away from Phil’s and burying his face into his arms.
He wasn’t angry at Phil, not really, but his emotions were just overflowing, with nowhere to go. The room was silent for a moment, and Dan wondered if Phil had left him alone. As much as he truly wanted Phil to leave, the thought of him leaving made Dan’s heart ache. Why was this so damn confusing? He wiped the tears in his eyes angrily, ignoring the fact that Phil was chuckling.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?!” Dan demanded angrily, closing his eyes again.
Phil laughed even louder, holding his sides as he did, “Look down and you’ll see.” he challenged.
Dan groaned and opened his eyes, turning to glare at Phil but only seeing the wall beside him. He gasped and quickly looked down, realizing that he was floating above his bed. “What the hell? Put me down!” He yelled, waving his hands anxiously in the air.
“I would love to, but I’m not doing anything. It’s all you love.” Phil explained, humor still leaking into his voice.
Dan rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He thought of all of the times he had gotten so in his head that he had felt like he was floating like he couldn’t ground himself. Was it possible that he had actually been floating those times as well? He took another calming breath, stretched his arms above his head, and closed his eyes. This couldn’t be real.
“Love, open your eyes,” Phil ordered gently, watching Dan for a reaction.
Dan huffed and opened his eyes, sleepiness wrapping itself around his brain. He quickly realized that he was once again sitting on his bed, nearly leaning on Phil. He rubbed his lips together nervously while looking into Phil’s eyes, “I really just did that, didn’t I?” He asked though he knew the answer.
Phil nodded and rubbed small circles on Dan’s back, “Yes, you did. Look, it’s been a weird night. You should sleep, I know you’re exhausted. I will answer the rest of your questions tomorrow, okay?”
Dan nodded and closed his eyes again, letting himself slide onto his back, his head hitting his pillow softly, “You’re not leaving right? The spare room is just down the hall, you can make yourself at home. Just… please don’t leave me.” He begged pathetically, his voice thick with sleep.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you. Never again little dove. Now, sleep. You need it.” Phil whispered, pushing Dan’s fringe away from his forehead and planting a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling when Dan sighed contentedly and dozed off.
(Netflix - Formula 1: Drive to Survive, Season 4 Episode 2: Bad Blood) @phandomreversebang Formula 1 AU - possibly diva Dan, and Phil who’s kinda in the way Ride Into The Setting Sun Tonight written by @succubusphan and @icequeenjules26 , part 2 of Just Drive series
so I have a google doc that says, and I quote; "Baby halfa dan sent in ghost zone instead of staying in amity plake which leaves fentons a bit of a mess and tucker and sam are also kinda a mess"
Now the question is do I put my creativity into writing part one of that or finishing part 2 of my Context au?
I'll probably just make more bulletpoints
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Context Au stuff
so this branches off @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks ' marvel/loki controlling danny except it doesn't work.
Part two is when they pass eachother. Danny's lost + overwhelmed and is a Poor Teenager with no Money to get a flight to Amity. Add in the curious smaller ghosties that are starting to follow his trail and... well. Portaling into the GZ and going from there to Amity isn't really gonna work, because he also has to deal with the "hey, yeah, I was summoned across four/five different states because guess what im phantom haha lol lets forget about this".
Secret Identity stuff my beloved.
...yeah he's not gonna have a fun time trying to explain how he went from being in a highschool hallway to fricken Manhattan.
Summary: Dan wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to experience when he starts his first semester at Uni, but he was pretty sure an incredibly sheltered Catholic boy stealing his heart wasn’t on his list of typical college tropes.
Word Count: 12401
Genre: Humor, fluff, angst. All mixed together. Fun times!
Warnings: Conversion therapy, homophobia, brief allusions to sex and genitals. One puke joke?
A/N: This is my first ever published fic-I’ve been writing for literally years little bits and pieces, but COVID has me going crazy and I just wanted to put some effort into an actual thing. Thanks for reading!
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Dan wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he walked through the door to his dorm the first time, parents and sullen little brother in tow. All of his knowledge about Uni had been from TV and movies-maybe he would have some frat guy in the bed across from him, or maybe a stoner, or maybe a weird silent dude who will disappear after the first week and let Dan put their beds together so they would actually fit his gangly body.
What he isn’t expecting is to have an eight-year-old girl bodyslam herself into his legs, followed by a loud groan and a sharp voice scolding “Suzanne, we told you to stop running!”
Dan’s eyes look down at the (quickly retreating) girl and blinks a few times as he takes in the scene in front of him. There are way too many people in the crowded room right now-he counts two identical boys, both around 10, bouncing on the stiff dorm bed, one pre-teen digging through a cardboard box, a girl around Adrian’s age whispering something to an older woman with a toddler in her arms, standing next to a quiet-looking tall man, and, of course, the eight-year-old, now having been scooped up by a sheepish looking guy around Dan’s age who’s giving him an apologetic smile. This must be the Philip Lester on his room assignment form.
“Sorry. My family is kind of, erm, excited.” He says with a small, nervous laugh and sets the girl aside before sticking out a hand to shake. “I’m Phil! You must be, um...Daniel, right?”
Dan takes a second to readjust the bags in his arms to shake Phil’s hand awkwardly, trying not to look too overwhelmed at the scene in front of him. “Dan’s fine.”
The kids have all frozen in place, staring at Dan with wide eyes like Dan just sprouted a second head. There’s a few long beats of silence as Phil shakes his hand just a little too enthusiastically for just a bit too long.
Finally, Phil’s mum places a hand on her son’s shoulder, beaming brightly. “It’s so great our boys will be living together!” She cheers to Dan’s mum, who looks a bit bewildered. Ms. Lester gently takes a few of Dan’s bags and sets them on the bed, continuing to chatter on. “Come on, we can unpack while you two get to know each other better. I need to know who my son is going to be rooming with, right?” She continues to babble in a thick northern drawl as Dan glances back at his parents, who look like they’re about to bolt for the door and leave their son to be swallowed whole by these people.
“You’re rooming with an absolute freak,” Adrian mumbles in his ear with a small smirk. “Karma is a bitch, huh?”
“Shut up.” Dan hisses back through his teeth, trying to look as interested as possible as Phil’s mum keeps talking.
“The weather here is so nice-it’s already getting cold up in Rossendale, can you believe it? Max and Adam were running around outside, and I was so scared they were gonna catch cold, you know how quickly little ones do. Oh, the drive here was wonderful-”
“We saw cows!” One of the kids butts in, and suddenly they’re all talking, any nervousness they had around the strangers suddenly vanishing.
“And horses!”
“We got hamburgers, and there was this huge truck-it had to have, like, forty wheels-”
Phil seems to take after his dad, quietly but quickly unpacking since his siblings have seemingly given up on it in favor of telling Dan’s family every detail of the six-hour car ride. At one point he makes eye contact with Phil, who gives him an apologetic look, his cheeks flushed and an embarrassed grin on his face as the kids chatter along excitedly like they’ve never talked to another person before.
Finally, right when Dan feels like his ears are going to fall off, Phil speaks up again. “I-I think I can get this from here, guys. Mum, Dad, why don’t we go out for a walk before we say goodbye? I know you guys want to see the geese on campus, right?” The kids all cheer like geese are the most exciting thing on Earth, scrambling for the door. Phil’s mum gives Dan a tight hug and Phil’s dad, still not having spoken a single word, even gives his shoulder an uncomfortable pat before they head out. The small space suddenly feels vast and empty, and the silence is almost tangible.
“Well. They seemed...friendly.” Dan’s mum says after a few moments, his dad snorting.
“You’re in for quite a year, huh, kid?” He jokes. Dan laughs weakly, but in all honesty, it doesn’t seem that funny.
Just what did he get himself into?
-
Dan’s curled up in his bed when Phil finally comes back a few hours later, giving Dan that same crooked, shy grin from earlier. Now that it’s just him and not him with (presumably) his entire Brady Bunch-style family, he can get a better look at his roommate. He’s tall, about an inch taller than Dan, and lanky. His black jeans are just a bit high on his ankles, and his faded green shirt clings to his skinny frame. As Dan’s eyes travel higher he takes in his flushed cheeks, his blue eyes wide behind his oversized glasses, all behind shaggy black hair that doesn’t match his ginger eyebrows-ginger like every other family member of his. Dan suddenly feels a bit self-conscious in his Game of Thrones pajamas and old school shirt, pulling his covers up a bit higher as he takes in the other young man with a strange feeling in his chest. He’s definitely different than anyone Dan’s ever known. But damn, if he isn’t cute.
“Sorry if my family was a lot today.” He says after a slight moment of silence, a slight giggle slipping out as he walks over to one of the boxes on his side of the room. “I’m the first to go to Uni out of my brothers and sisters, so my parents decided to, like, make it into a whole thing.”
The memory of the chaos is still fresh in Dan’s mind, but hearing Phil talk about it, he can’t help but smile a bit as well. “I’m the oldest, so I get it. And they were nice. Your siblings are very...uh, talkative.” He says slowly, trying not to sound rude, but Phil’s giggling again before he can worry too much about it.
“We’re from kind of the middle of nowhere, so they’re just excited to see, like, humans outside of Rossendale for the first time.” Phil joked as he started reorganizing some of the things his siblings had just sort of dumped around the room. “Plus, they don’t usually get sugar, but they had soda on the way here. So they were practically about to explode by the time we pulled in. They just exploded all of that excitement onto you.”
Dan can’t help but laugh a bit at that as he watches Phil set some thick books up one way and then rearranges them. “Oh, Jesus. That car ride must have been nuts.”
Phil looks over his shoulder, grinning wider now. He looks more and more relaxed each minute, as if he was just as nervous about Dan as Dan was about him. “You have no idea, oh my gosh. They were already wound up for today, and then there was soda, and Max and Alex-they get carsick even worse than I do, and then Suzanne had to pee, like, forty times an hour, and Mum was all weepy...this has been the longest day of my life.” He joked, laughing along with Dan.
Even though Dan can’t connect any of the kids to their names, he feels like he knows them decently well. In fact, as the conversation drifts into more goofy road trip stories, Dan’s surprised with just how close he feels to Phil like they’ve known each other before they even met.
It’s strange, he finds. But then again, Phil’s pretty strange, after all.
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Dan doesn’t fully realize how strange Phil is until the next day. There’s a few hints-Dan makes a reference to some TikTok audio and Phil admits he’s never used it before, staring in awe as Dan scrolls through his ForYou Page for him. When they head off to orientation in one of the lecture halls, Phil’s head jolts up and his face flushes bright red when one of the countless speakers jokingly curses (if you can count “ass” as a curse-Dan honestly can’t). But it’s not until they’re out at the quad with some of their new peers for lunch when Chris turns to Phil and asks if he went to the school his cousin went to up north.
“Oh, I didn’t go to school.” Phil says with a bright smile, before quickly adding “I mean-I was homeschooled. So I just kinda did the work when I wanted to.”
“Your parents homeschooled you? Didn’t Dan say you had, like, twenty siblings?” Louise questions as they all turn to look at Phil. Dan feels a migraine coming on just imagining being home with all of those kids all bloody day, though he can actually picture Mrs. Lester teaching them all pretty well. Phil laughed a bit, cheeks flushing pink as he looked down at his sandwich.
“We all were. My mum and dad didn’t like the schools in our area-they wanted us to be more connected to the church, said that “our values weren’t instilled in traditional education’.” He explained with a small shrug. When PJ raised an eyebrow at that Phil pulled a small cross necklace out from under his shirt. “I’m Catholic. I actually have plans for Seminary after getting my bachelor’s-so if you’re planning on getting married, I’m taking bookings now.”
Phil’s last comment was clearly meant to lighten up the mood, but it’s obvious that the subject matter was making the group a little uncomfortable, considering they all just met. Dan’s mentally running through Phil’s belongings in their dorm-were all those books Bibles? Was he going to start hanging crosses everywhere? Or make him wake up early on Sundays?
Before his brain could spiral out further Chris blurted out “So, were you raised in a Jesus bubble or something?”
Louise smacks his arm but Phil giggled. “I-I have been told I’ve lived a bit of a sheltered life before, yeah.”
“Were you allowed...TV?” PJ asks slowly, eyes widening when Phil shook his head.
“Not cable. We could watch DVDs, but they had to be approved, so it was usually educational. I know a lot of animal facts, actually. Did you know hippo-”
“What about the internet?” Louise cuts him off.
“Not after my older brother got caught Googling “bikini girls” when he was 10.” Phil joked lightly. “But even before that, my mum was pretty anti-internet. If I really needed it for school or whatever, I’d go down to the library.”
“No Harry Potter?”
“Promotes witchcraft. Apparently. I haven’t read it for myself, but-”
“Dating?”
“Not without serious intention to marry-and I’m not exactly ready for that, so-”
“Running water?”
“You know what’s funny?” Phil says, giggling a bit and bringing his knees loosely to his chest. “You guys think I’m weird, which is totally understandable. But your guys’ lives before this sound weird to me, too. Like-Chris, you got to play video games as a kid, right? And I was taught that those would turn me into some homicidal maniac. Dan, I saw you have a horoscope app-that’s the occult, so that’s a huge no-no.” Wow, okay. Before Dan could feel too offended, though, and Chris could jump in, Phil keeps going. “But, like, I get that you’re not a witch, or Chris, you’re not gonna chop me up into little pieces when I’m sleeping. There’s gotta be some middle ground here, right? So...you guys could show me how to live more like you, and maybe you guys would be more interested in what I’m into?”
There’s a small silence that falls across the group before a wicked grin slowly appears on Louise’s face.
“What do you want to learn first?”
-
The next few weeks are a bit of a whirlwind for Dan. Between classes, hanging out with new friends, homework, scrambling to find a job, remembering to text his mum and let her know he hasn’t died, he’s barely able to keep his head on straight. But the time he spends trying to introduce Phil to the “real world” is some of his favorite.
Phil had set some ground rules-nothing that could kill him or ruin his life if it got out on social media. If he got too uncomfortable, he was allowed to tap out, but he’d give it an honest attempt. And nothing Satanic. (Dan had laughed until he realized by the look on his face that he wasn’t joking).
Granted, their friend group hadn’t done a great job at the start. PJ thought it would be hilarious to let Phil start with some “iconic reading material”.
Dan had been in class when they had presented the book to him, and the two were in their respective beds when Dan heard a shocked gasp from Phil’s side of the room.
“You good, mate?” He rolled over, watching as Phil sat upright and started flipping through the pages.
“Do-Do you know about this book?” He asked, face turning impossibly redder as he held up the cover for Dan. 50 Shades of Gray. As Dan burst out laughing, his roommate whined playfully.
“What-Phil, who gave this to you?”
“PJ said it was necessary reading!”
“PJ is a dunce. Give it here, I’ll protect you from the big bad book.” Dan teases, but Phil quickly shoves the book into his hands like it’s on fire.
“I’m gonna have nightmares about ties and rich men for weeks.” He grumbled playfully, curling up on his bed and reaching for his phone. “I’m never trusting Peej again.”
Louise turns full maternal the next day when he struggles to recount the experience in polite language (Dan holding back laughter), and she decides to go the complete opposite way, launching a mission to, as she put it, “reshape Phil’s lost childhood”. Phil lightly pushes back against wording, because he feels like he had quite a nice childhood, thank you very much.
Still, Louise comes over a couple of nights later, armed with her laptop.
“They couldn’t come up with a more creative name than “High School Musical”?” Phil teased gently as she pulled it up on her screen.
“Phil, you sweet boy, High School Musical is a cultural milestone that you need experience. So no backtalk!”
“Whatever you say.” He said, sitting on the other side of her and holding a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
They watch the first movie, and then the second, and then Phil’s begging to watch the third. As the final song plays Dan glances over and sees that Phil has his head ducked down, shoulders shaking gently.
“Phil?” Louise asks gently right as a choked sob erupts from him. She lets out a yelp as Phil flings his arms around her neck, laughing shakily.
“It was just...Troy chose basketball and music…both of his passions...” He blubbers out, nuzzling into her shoulder as she coos.
“You’re so weird, hon. You know that?”
Once he’s calmed down enough (when Dan offers him a hug the waterworks start up all over again, sniffling. “So. Is that what your guys’ school was like?”
Louise and Dan glance at each other before bursting into laughter, only stopping a couple of minutes later when Louise turns to Phil once more.
“If you liked High School Musical, you’re going to love this show Victorious…”
Of course, it’s not all smutty books and (incredible) movie trilogies.
Being homeschooled meant that all Phil knows is doing school when he feels like it. Lucky for Phil, he’s a huge nerd, so homework and studying actually excite him. The problem is, these things tend to excite him at 3 in the morning, and he actually has classes to go to now outside of his room.
By day three of no sleep, Phil swears Dan’s grown wings, and Dan intervenes. They make up a rules sheet-bedtime is 2AM, wake up at 10AM, eat three meals a day, no more than five cups of coffee a day (of all the vices Phil was deprived of, caffeine was clearly not one of them-Dan’s never seen anyone drink more coffee in his life). He gets him down to one all-nighter a week, and in turn, Phil wakes him up each morning and helps him with schoolwork so Dan doesn’t have to face going to the tutoring center. It turns out that Phil’s kind of a genius, despite never being in a classroom until a couple of weeks prior.
Chris is the one who convinces Phil to get social media, telling him that “only serial killers and old people” don’t. Phil’s not the greatest at it at first (there’s a lot of pictures uploaded on accident to his Instagram stories and nonsense tweets), but he slowly gets more used to it, getting his terrible puns and weird things he sees on campus out to the world (all 20 of his followers).
Dan can’t help but get slightly annoyed when Phil’s phone is shoved in his face to choose a filter of some stupid looking goose that’s close to attacking him, but the look of pure elation that Phil gets when someone sends a dog meme in their group chat is enough to warm his heart in ways he didn’t want to address fully but knew he couldn’t ignore.
There’s so much to teach him, and it seems like each day something pops up. Still, Dan’s surprised by Phil’s world, too.
First, he brings them to a non-denominational bible study group. PJ groaned quietly as Phil handed them all cheap paperback Bibles before they entered the church.
“Can’t we do something a bit more...fun? With less reading?”
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again,” Phil said with a grin, rocking back and forth on his heels. “And if you like it-which hopefully, you will-we can come back once a week, and I’ll get you some nicer Bibles. These are just to start out with.”
Louise forces a small “yay” as they head inside, Phil leading them through the sanctuary with a happy sigh before taking them down some stairs, where a young woman sits in front of a small arrangement of chairs.
“Phil, you brought your friends!” The woman cheers and Phil laughs happily.
“Caroline-this is Dan, PJ, Chris, and Lou. They’re new to all this, so we’ll go easy this week?” He joked lightly, and Caroline nods, asking them about their religious beliefs.
“Uh, went to church a few times with my Nan. Atheist.” Dan says, biting his lip. He never actually said the “a'' word around Phil, and he’s a bit nervous that he’s going to suddenly flip out, but he still seems just as excited as when he walked in.
“Atheist. Never been-parents hate churches. Can I still grab snacks?” Chris adds and Caroline laughs, nodding.
“I’m a little complicated, but it’s basically just hippie church.” PJ says, shrugging. “Singing and chanting and all.”
“I go about once a month-I’m Episcopal, officially, but I’ve been to other churches too.” Louise gently smiled, and with that, the group got started. They went around and talked about their weeks, a few upcoming events, a prayer, and then Caroline instructed them to get their books. Phil pulled a well-worn leather Bible out of his bag, and Dan’s eyes widened a bit when he opened it. There are post-it notes everywhere, with entire passages highlighted and notes covering practically every margin in Phil’s stupidly perfect handwriting. It’s clear that Phil’s spent a lot of time with the book.
“Since we have guests, I figured we’d take a break from our reading of Matthew and focus on a couple of specific verses today,” Caroline says brightly. “James 1:13-15: “Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man: But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.”
There’s a slight pause and Chris furrows his eyebrows. “Huh?”
“In simple terms-don’t say God isn’t the one to tempt you, because when you stray off His path, that’s on you.” One of the group members explains. “And if you do sin, it’ll lead to, uh, death.”
“Well, does God not tempt us to do bad things by putting so much pressure on us to be perfect?” A girl with blue hair jumps in, raising an eyebrow. “He sets the standard so high. Sometimes I’m just like, ‘Chill, dude. I can’t do everything. I’m not you.’ “
PJ snorts at that, giggling. “You call God dude?” They’re all laughing now, but Dan can’t believe it-he wants to jump in.
“Can I ask a dumb question?” His voice is a bit quiet but inquisitive. “Isn’t God supposed to be loving and forgiving? Why does He want you guys to be perfect? That sounds kind of...harsh.”
“Well, He knows we’re not perfect.” Phil says, and another guy nods.
“He asks for us to be because it strives us to be better. And it teaches us that messing up is okay.”
The conversation keeps up for a bit before Caroline interrupts, asking them to focus on the latter half of the passage.
PJ narrows his eyes at the text before looking up. “Am I really gonna die if I sin?”
“Well, sin was what led us away from eternal life in the first place-Adam and Eve kinda messed that up for us.”
“Yeah, but our personal sins can lead us to death, too. Not just old sins. That’s what God’s warning us about here.”
“Not every sin does, though. Like mixed-fabric shirts.” Louise grinned a little. “Or grabbing dudes by their nads during fights.”
PJ’s eyes widened and he turned to Phil. “Are those actual rules?!”
“It was a different time!” Phil giggled as he watched him flip through the pages quickly.
“Where does it say we can’t grab nads?’
“Can we stop saying nads in church?” Phil pointed out, still laughing despite his red face.
Caroline tuts and wags a finger playfully. “Uh-uh, Philip. No judgment. They can talk about nads all they want, now.”
The entire room is laughing again as Phil buries his face in his hands. Finally, when he controls his giggles, Caroline speaks again. “Do you think talking about that kind of stuff in church is a sin, Phil?”
It’s teasing at first, but Phil actually thinks about it for a moment.
“Well...my household was pretty strict growing up. I mean, I got yelled at once for just sneezing during church.” He admits slowly and Dan’s eyebrows furrow a little. He can’t imagine either of Phil’s parents yelling at him, or anyone, really. “But I get why it was. They wanted me to love God, and respect Him, just like they loved and respected me and I loved and respected them. So I think if you do things with love, genuine love, it’s not a sin. But if you do things out of hate, or anger, or with the intention of hurting, that’s a sin. And that’s not automatically bad-like T’andra said, we’re all gonna make mistakes. Just keep on acting with love, and I think you’re good.”
There’s a pause, and Dan’s face flushes slightly. Not just at how much Phil was saying “love”, but the words he spoke, and the true thought and passion behind them.
The moment is cut short when PJ snorts. “So if I love nads, I can talk about them to Jesus?”
By the time the room is back under control, the group is over.
“Y’know, that was actually pretty fun.” Chris said after they had all grabbed snacks and talked to everyone.
“It was! It was like...philosophical debate.” Dan said. “The real nitty-gritty. The topics of good, evil, life, death, corruption-”
Louise shoved him gently. “So deep, Dan. Of course you enjoyed it.” She joked lightly before adding “No offense, Phil!” Phil doesn’t seem to care-he’s grinning so wide it must be hurting his cheeks, and Dan would be lying if he isn’t tempted to start reading the whole Bible from cover to cover just to see him grin like that again.
Phil also manages to bring them to actual church services a couple of times (though getting college students out of bed before noon on a weekend proves to be a practically impossible task).
Dan has to admit he’s not as impressed with this as he is with the study group. The group is fun-they can all talk, and laugh, and actually discuss the points. Church is...not. They sit on hard pews. They listen. They stand and sit and kneel and stand and sit and kneel. They sing a few songs, and while Phil’s quiet baritone makes Dan’s sore knees quiver, it’s not enough to really warrant him waking up at 8AM on a weekend.
Phil is politely understanding of this, though it’s clear that this is of certain importance to him that his friends might not ever understand. It’s admirable if nothing else.
Other than storytelling from his childhood (which does little to make him seem more normal, honestly) and the weekly study, though, Phil doesn’t talk too much about the church to his other friends. Dan, however, is different. Maybe it’s just the fact that they live together and their space is more shared, but Phil opens up to Dan a bit more about it. He reads passages and verses to Dan, he prays in front of him, and he answers his questions in a non-condescending way. Dan has to admit that while he likes what Phil says, he can’t find himself connecting to it in the way Phil has, with his entire heart and soul. But Dan can admire the stories and the way his friend sees the world, and this new world that he’s entering with him.
It’s been a month of them being friends when Dan realizes that he’s seeing the world in two ways-Dan’s universe, and Phil’s universe. They’re so different, but (and he’s sure he’d never admit this out loud) Dan prefers when their universes collide.
When Dan comes home after a long day of classes and working at the campus bookstore, he’s exhausted. The soft music fades through the room as he opens the door to find Phil chewing on a pen, looking just as anxious as him. “I think my brain is leaking out my ears,” Phil said wearily, looking over the top of his glasses at Dan. “Do I have brain on my desk?”
Dan snorts and rolls his eyes, reaching over and grabbing his textbook. “We need a break. And you need sleep-I know you took that second all-nighter last night, rule-breaker.”
“Fine. Watch something with me?” He says after a moment, grabbing his laptop. They load up an episode of Zoey101 (they’d finished Victorious the week before) and hit play.
As the bars from the theme song fade out, Dan suddenly feels a strange pressure on his shoulder. He glances over and finds Phil with his cheek pressed to Dan’s shoulder, glasses sliding down his nose as he lets out a soft snore. Dan pauses the show, and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of them. Dan and Phil.
He lives for those moments: Getting coffee after a class. Sending each other memes. Trying new food at the dining hall. Brief greetings in the halls. Shared looks as they hang out with their friend group.
It’s been a month of them being friends when Dan realizes he's never fallen quite this hard before. He doesn’t just want to make out, all hot and heavy, or go further than just that. He just wants this-Dan and Phil-forever, even just as friends. He didn’t expect to find that in this pale, bible-banging weirdo, but now that he does he never wants to let him go.
-
Dan’s getting that feeling now more and more, the Dan and Phil feeling when they’re in the study group a few weeks later. They’re both sat towards the back, trying (and failing) to hold back laughter as they’re hunched over Dan’s Bible.
“I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver…” Phil says under his breath in a low, gravelly tone.
Dan turns to the next page. “O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes!” He whispers, still trying to make his voice sound high-pitched.
“Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from-”
“Dan, Phil, I’m guessing you both are whispering about how excited you are about our retreat at Camp Brabeck?”
The two both fall silent, Dan quickly glancing between Phil and Caroline, her smile wearing a bit thin from having to call them out. Phil’s eyes are wide, suddenly all signs of laughter gone. “Camp Brabeck?” He squeaks out, and the leader nods.
“On our upcoming four-day weekend. It’s up North, so it’ll be a bit of a drive, but we’ve already got the vans rented out and everything.” She says before noticing Phil’s sudden change in demeanor. “Phil, you’re from around there, actually. Have you been before?”
Phil blinks a few times before nodding, curling up into his seat a little. “O-Oh. Well, I actually did, once, but-”
“Great! So you’ll be down to come, right? We’ve got more space in the van, and it’ll be fun…” Caroline says hopefully, not letting him argue as he starts shaking his head. “Plus, if you’ve already been there, you can tell us all about it! C’mon, this is right up your alley. I think you’ll-”
“I’ll go if Dan does.” Phil blurts out suddenly, looking nervously over at. Dan’s definitely confused now-Phil loves the outdoors. He loves this group. He loves-well, to be fair, Phil seems to love most things. He’s racking his brain trying to figure out what it could be, but he just can’t, and now all eyes are on him, and-
“I mean...as long as someone brings bug spray.” Dan says slowly, Caroline beaming and writing on her clipboard before talking excitedly about the campground. The two stay quiet, Dan focusing on Phil’s eyes trained on her and hands gripping his Bible so tightly that his knuckles turn white.
The minute the group ends Phil makes a beeline to the door, walking so fast that Dan can’t catch up without actually chasing him. Dan’s phone dings a short moment later:
Sorry 2 run! Had 2 catch up w some1 4 a thing. Thx 4 signing up w me ^_^ - Phil!
Dan furrows his eyebrows, and not for the normal reason of Phil’s stupid abbreviations and the fact he insists upon signing all his texts. He’s trying to piece the pieces together from the few characters on his screen when Louise puts a hand on his shoulder.
“So what was all that about?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, giggling a bit as she gives his arm a light squeeze. “What did you show him that spooked him so bad?” Before Dan can speak, Chris is at his side.
“He’s just embarrassed that Dan was flirting with him during the Jesus Power Hour.”
“Dan, were you?” Louise gasped teasingly, and Dan sputters a bit, sliding his phone into his jacket pocket.
“Chris-what?! No, no, I wasn’t flirting. I wasn’t! He just-when she mentioned the retreat-and the camp-” Dan’s face is bright red now, suddenly the words from Solomon seem a lot less goofy and a lot more...romantic, to outsiders, with their heads bowed together with dumb grins on their faces.
Louise and Chris shoot Dan equally doubtful looks. “Dan-” She starts, but Dan grits his teeth.
“We’re not-neither of us are like that.” He snaps. As she steps back and Chris raises an eyebrow, guilt starts to pool in his stomach, but he can’t stop. “For one, I’m not gay, and two, Phil is gonna be a priest, remember? Aren’t they, like, sworn to celibacy?”
Chris and Louise glance at each other. “Mate...chill, yeah? We were just joking. We know you’re not...y’know.”
“Good.” Dan said before turning and stomping up the steps, the unnerving sense that the painting of Jesus had his eyes following him the whole way.
A few minutes later, Dan is sitting in the back garden of the church that Phil helps tend to after services, the wind whipping through his hair. Usually, he’d be walking to a Starbucks with Phil, discussing that session’s theme in-depth and watching Phil’s face turn pink as Dan releases the string of expletives he’s been holding in for an entire hour. The expletives are running through his head at top speed, as he spends about three minutes crafting the perfect text message.
hey, i’m sorry if i weirded you out today! didn’t mean to haha. i was goofing off way too much and i know you take these meetings p seriously. i’ll take it more seriously next time and not distract you
Dan hits send after rereading it about a million times, groaning audibly as he does. It’s not exactly a “Sorry I have a crush on you and made you seem gay but I get you’ll never like me and that’s fine I just wanna spend all my time with you”, but it’s the best he can do.
No worries! OMGosh I was just embarrassed 2 b called out like that hahaha! 0_o <= Literally my face. I was def the 1 who was whispering 2 loud. Lol! -Phil!
dude, it was totally on me. Dan texts back, chewing on his bottom lip. Phil had looked pretty freaked out, but if he was fine, maybe they could just...move past it? really, i started it.
Noooooooo! I take all the blame. I had some cookies b4 group and I was on major sugar rush. Btw...I had some of those cookies ur nan sent! Sorry, I’ll buy some snacks 4 us. Ask her to send more, tho? So good <3 Thank u! Take dancing men as an apology (/-_-)/ |(-_-|) -Phil!
okay, seriously, who taught you to text like this? my head hurts trying to decipher everything
DANCING MEN 4 U (/-_-)/ |(-_-\) ~(*-*)~ (/-_-)/ |(-_-\) -Phil!
you’re ridiculous. Dan can’t help but laugh, in spite of the churning feeling in his stomach. He drops his phone onto the grass next to him and looks up at the sky.
“If you know Phil so well, big guy, what do I do?” He asks before he can stop himself, before pausing. Half of him expects a thunderstorm to start, and him to get struck by lightning, or a rainbow to leap across the sky and the clouds to part to show Phil’s shining face as the sun. But after a few long moments of silence, Dan realizes he’s not going to get any divine intervention and groans.
“Well...let me know when you figure it out.”
-
The next couple of weeks go by quickly. Everything seems normal-they go to classes, they go to work, they go to group, they goof off. The four-day weekend creeps upon them, but before they know it the whole group is up at 6AM standing in front of a huge white van.
“This isn’t cult-ish at all.” PJ yawns, chucking his duffle bag into the trunk. Louise sips her coffee and squints over at Phil.
“This has to be a sin, you know. Not giving a girl her beauty sleep.” Usually, Phil would spout something about “being beautiful in His eyes”, but right now he’s getting the same sense of panic in his eyes that he had when the camp was first mentioned, laughing weakly as he adjusts his glasses. Dan is just awake enough to get the sense that Phil has been repressing the idea of the trip until this exact moment, but he also knows just how to fix it. He had been stockpiling on Phil knowledge for this exact moment.
Phil jumps a bit as Dan nudges him. “Relax. Listen, I know what’s up.” He says quietly, watching as his friend’s eyes widen and a blush spreads across his cheeks.
“What?!” Phil yelps a bit as Dan gently leads him away from the rest of the group. “I mean...what do you know? What’s up?” He asks quietly, fiddling with the strap of his messenger bag.
Dan holds back a fond noise as he smiles gently, shaking his head. “No need to be embarrassed, Phil. My mom went through the same thing for years.”
As Phil looks more and more concerned, wringing his hands, Dan digs in his own backpack for a moment before pulling out a small box of Dramamine and handing it to him. “So you don’t upchuck all over us.”
There’s a beat as Phil stares down at the box, eyes wide, and Dan almost thinks he’s got it wrong. Does Phil not get carsick? Was he insulted? Was he really that embarrassed by it?
Phil finally starts to giggle, but it seems more relieved than anything. He nudges Dan lightly and opens his mouth to speak.
“Ah, Dan and Phil! The dynamic duo. You two can sit in the back with the bags!” Caroline’s voice cuts through whatever Phil’s about to say, and he turns to Dan with a small shrug.
“Looks like it’ll just be you I puke on.” He says, a slight grin on his face as he pulls the door open for Dan, who rolls his eyes but steps in “Gotta get you a poncho for the splash zone.”
Dan gags playfully before squeezing in to sit next to Phil amongst all the bags, rolling his eyes and plugging his earbuds in before holding out one bud to Phil and turning on their shared playlist-a mix of indie, Christian rock, (mostly clean) emo jams, and Disney Channel top hits. It’s not the most welcoming thing to listen to at 6AM, but if it keeps Phil calm and Dan from actually needing a poncho, he’ll welcome it.
The majority of the drive is spent in and out of sleep for Dan, guitar chords and vocals bouncing around his sleep-deprived brain. He’s not fully conscious until around noon when they’re about an hour away from the camp. The roads are getting twisty, and it’s then that he notices that Phil has his eyes screwed shut and face scrunched up, both hands shoved into his messenger bag. It only takes a slight peek for Dan to see his fingers curled tightly around his well-worn Bible, and he bites his lip.
Phil talks about leaps of faith a lot in group. Dan doesn’t quite get it, but he’s pretty sure he’s taking one when he slides his hand into the other’s bag and gently coaxes Phil’s hand into his own. The young man stiffens up for a moment before turning to stare at Dan with wide eyes.
“Shush. It’ll help nausea.” Dan mumbles, his own face red and praying that Phil won’t ask how exactly it will. There’s a pause before Phil smiles weakly, turning his face away, and Dan is about five seconds away from opening the van door and hurtling himself onto the road.
Phil’s probably just been playing nice, and now Dan’s gone and made it uncomfortable for the both of them, and Phil can’t even look at him. Dan’s whole body turns hot, but right before he can pull away, he feels Phil’s slender fingers intertwine with his own.
It’s not the first time they’ve held hands-they do it at the start and end of study groups, and at church, and that one time Phil got them all to hold hands while standing on a hill to reenact the ending of High School Musical 2 for his Instagram. Dan was a bit flustered then, too. But this is different. It’s...intimate. Phil’s never held his hand with such need before, fingers locked with his and palm quivering gently as he mouths a silent “thank you.” Dan feels his entire body buzz, and he can’t help but close his eyes and try to focus on the music and not the fact that he feels like he’s literally twelve years old.
The rest of the ride somehow takes an eternity and only a minute before the van stops, Chris bemoaning his hunger loudly and the rest chattering excitedly. Phil finally opens his eyes and turns to Dan, slowly pulling his hand away.
They both look at their hands, and then back at each other. There’s a long pause before he opens his mouth, and Dan’s heart starts pounding so hard he’s surprised Phil can’t hear it.
All that Dan has thought about them staying platonic goes out the window. Dan wants nothing more than to lunge forward and shove his lips against Phil’s, to run his hands through his hair, to climb into his lap and-
“I didn’t puke!” Phil blurts out loudly, loud enough that everyone hears. The group falls silent before one of the other young men, Raz, gives Phil a thumbs up.
“Good for you, bud. C’mon, let’s get these bags up to the cabin, and then we can get some food to celebrate.”
Phil laughs a bit too hard at that, face bright red. As he clamors out of the van he leaves Dan in the backseat, trying to climb over the mountain of bags as he watches his friend chatter away as if nothing happened. He watches for a moment before shaking his head quickly, trying to erase the memory from his mind. He was just making things more complicated than they needed to be. They didn’t share a moment. No way.
Dan hauls his bag over his shoulder and walks along with PJ and Lou, struggling to stop the loop of those ten seconds from playing in his head.
-
Dan liked that the Bible study group wasn’t too Jesus-y. It was more philosophical than anything. Even church was just an hour a week on the weeks he went, which was really only once a month when Phil promised brunch afterward.
This weekend, he and his friends had realized, seemed to be where the group could get enough Jesus to last them until the next retreat. It started with grace before lunch-simple enough. But then a pastor had started to preach to them during lunch. And then after lunch. And then afternoon Bible study-for two hours, with a lot more reading and praying than actual discussion. Pj, Chris, and Louise were clearly trying not to fall asleep, while Phil sat off a bit, eyes trained on either the priest or his Bible, hugging himself tightly as he stayed completely silent.
“It’s just so boring!” Louise groaned once they were all finally outside and out of earshot. “I’m sorry, I know this is what you want to do with the rest of your life, Phil, but we’re in nature! Why are we just stuck in some stuffy room listening to an old dude read for hours when we can see the cool stuff God apparently built for us?”
“God wants me to climb some of those rocks over there.” PJ agreed, snapping a few pictures on his phone. “He tried to call me earlier to tell me so, but reception sucks here.”
Phil laughed a bit, but it’s definitely more hollow than his normal giggles. “I’m sorry, I-I really thought-”
“Wait. Haven’t you been here before?” Louise asked as PJ started jogging over to the huge rocks, Chris following shortly after. Phil paused before rubbing the back of his neck.
“I-I mean, yeah, but-”
They’re both cut off by someone calling Phil’s name, and he whirls around to see the priest-the same “old dude” Louise had just been insulting-walk over and clap a hand on Phil’s shoulder.
“Philip, you must have grown a full foot since I last saw you!”
Dan glances over at Phil with a slightly surprised look. He knew Phil had been here before, sure. But to know this man? Someone who seemed so different from Phil in so many ways?
“O-Oh, Father Richard. Hey. Guys, Father Richard worked at the camp I came to a-a couple of years ago.”
“And Philip was one of the finest boys there, wasn’t he?” If the man notices Phil shift from one foot to the other nervously, he sure doesn’t show it. “I mean, they were all wonderful young men, don’t get me wrong. But Philip-you’re truly going to be a man of the cloth. Don’t you both think?”
Dan is watching Father Richard’s face closely, immediately feeling himself wanting to leave the conversation as soon as possible. If it wasn’t for Phil, he’d have made an excuse and walked off by now. It seems like Louise isn’t thrilled, either, but she smiles and nods a bit. “It’s clearly his passion, uh, Father Richard.”
“Oh, absolutely. As long as he keeps his head out of the clouds.” He throws his head back and laughs, Phil’s grin looking more like a grimace as he chuckles along. “I swear, this boy would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to him!”
“I think Phil’s pretty smart, actually.” Dan says suddenly, a good bit of bite to his tone. He’s not sure why, but something about this guy gives him the creeps. He stares him in the eyes as he gets a surprised look from both him and Phil.
After a moment, he clears his throat. “Well...I suppose he’s matured a lot over the past two years. Good to see you again, boy. We’ll have to catch up.” With that he heads off, giving Dan a slightly curious look as he does so, and Phil watches him go before shaking his head.
“Jeez. Phil Lester Fan Club over here.” Louise teased gently before frowning. “What’s his deal?”
Phil bit his lip and sighed. “That’s how he is.” He explained quietly, yelping as Louise pulled him into a tight hug.
“Philly…” She cooed before moving to sit on the grass with him, motioning for Dan to do the same. “Talk to us? You’re not usually closed off like this. We know something’s up.”
Phil squirms, and Dan can tell he’s debating whether or not to lie. He’s seen it before-when Chris asked if he looked good in his new neon t-shirt, or when some girl asked him once if she was being too annoying after complaining about her roommate to them for five minutes straight. “I just...I came to this camp when I was younger and had different ideas than I do now.” He explains finally.
“Like how interesting that Richard guy was?” Dan tries to joke, instantly regretting it as Phil brings his knees to his chest and curls up into himself.
His voice gets quiet, as it does sometimes when things get serious in group meetings and he’s comforting someone with a verse or trying to explain a tough concept to Dan.
“Like...I was raised to think God ruled with a vengeance. If you sinned in any way, He would punish you. That’s what my parents said. We were supposed to fear Him, y’know? And when I came here...Father Richard pushed that hard.” Phil explained gently. “But I don’t think God’s like that. I think we’re all sinners-we all make mistakes. James 3:2 and all that. God loves us in spite of our flaws. Hearing him talk about God like he was so cruel, and then reading about His love for us...it was the first time it didn’t add up for me.”
Dan’s eyes widened. In all his time of knowing Phil-two months doesn’t sound like much, but it feels like a lifetime ago-he’s never once heard him speak against his parent’s beliefs. Sure, he could admit that they were a bit extreme at times, but it was always quickly followed with how their intentions were good and that everything had been great.
“And as someone who wants to be a priest, I don’t think the way to get people to turn to God is to scream at them until they repent and scare them into not sinning. I think you need to be like Jesus. Hate the sin, love the sinner.” He continued, forcing a tiny smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Because we’re all His children, after all. And He’s got a path for all of us-fear won’t guide us onto that.”
There’s a moment of silence before Louise reaches down, giving his hair an affectionate tousle. “You start preaching like that and I’ll come to your church every Sunday. I’ll even sing in the choir.” She joked.
A slow beam spread across Phil’s face-a a genuine one, and he stood up before pulling her into a tight hug.
“Thank you.” He whispered. “Thank you both. I-If I had known he would’ve been here, I’d have at least warned you-”
“Shush, mate. You had no idea. Trust me, you’re way too much of a softie to lie to us, we know that.” Dan laughed a bit, giving Phil’s back a light pat. Phil giggled a bit before pulling away, taking a deep breath.
“Wanna go make sure Chris and Peej don’t crack their heads open?” He said finally, and before they could say anything the two of them were taking off towards the rocks, Dan chasing after both of them. Despite his grin, he still couldn’t help but feel like his head was heavy with questions. Father Richard had seemed boring, and a bit grumpy, but not angry. Were Phil’s changing beliefs really all that had happened?
-
Phil had seemed relieved to talk for a bit, but the mood shifted again once evening activities started. Father Richard had preached again during dinner-and again, nothing terrible happened. He made a few dry jokes, he talked about having “complete and total faith”, he read some long passages that Dan didn’t care about. He was too busy glancing over at Phil next to him, who had left his food practically untouched.
Then there are evening vespers, with Phil’s hands clenched together so tightly in prayer that his knuckles turn white and his fingernails dig into the skin. The firepit seems to be going well-he shares a s’more with Dan, but before he could get another he’s pulled aside by Father Richard. Dan’s sure at one point the two glance over at Dan, but then Phil’s walking back over, trying to look interested in some story one of the group members is telling as he brings his knees to his chest. Even Chris and PJ seem to notice that something’s going on, but with a pointed look from Dan, they give him some space.
They turn in for the night, but Dan wakes up way too early to find Phil curled up on his bunk pouring over his Bible. The bags under his eyes tell Dan that he didn’t sleep a wink last night, and he sighs.
“C’mon, you gotta show me where the showerhouse is.” He says gently, and Phil looks up at him with a tired laugh.
“Do I?” He teased weakly. After a minute though, he sits up and stretches. “Mmm...fine. But no chickening out.” With that he hops down from the bunk, peeling off his shirt before walking over to his bag.
Dan’s pretty sure he gulps audibly as Phil grabs a change of clothes and a towel, eyes wandering over him. Though Phil braved the communal showers at Uni, he was always sure to change in the stall-Dan had never seen him in so much as a pair of shorts that went higher than his knees. And yet, here he was. Dan would feel guilty about watching him, especially considering he knew Phil was having a tough time, but…
He couldn’t help it. His best friend looked hot as hell from behind. He couldn’t help but admire his slim frame, his lean but toned arms, and when he turned around, the slight smattering of chest hair that slowly turned into a happy trail that crept lower, into-
“I’m telling you now, if you forget a towel you’ll regret it.” He said, voice still low from sleep, and Dan snapped his head up.
“Towel! Right! Let me go grab that.” He squeaked and quickly moved to grab it, trying to hide his flushed cheeks as he snagged a change of clothes as well. By the time he looked up Phil was already heading for the door, humming under his breath, and Dan followed him quickly.
After a few moments of silence, Phil spoke. “Father Richard is leaving tonight, so you won’t have to sit through his lectures after today. He’s just stopping by to talk to us. So we’ll have less worship-y stuff and more free time tomorrow.” Phil glanced over at Dan. “Sorry if I’m weird about it. I just..y’know.”
Dan nodded and relaxed into the shared feeling of relief, even if he didn’t exactly know what Phil was talking about. Before he could ask, though, they were at the small building-just a row of four stalls that looked like bathroom stalls, built out of wood. As Dan stepped inside and stripped-definitely not thinking about how Phil was doing the same just inches away, especially as he heard his sweatpants hit the ground-he rubbed his eyes. “Is there coffee here?”
“Oh, trust me, you don’t need coffee here.” Phil laughed a bit, a genuine one, and Dan raised an eyebrow, glancing over at where his head peeked over the stall.
“Dude, I’ve seen you-sweet fuck!” Dan shrieked as he turned the single knob on and freezing cold water shot out of a showerhead on the ceiling. “How the fuck do you get the hot water?!”
Phil was really laughing now, his witch cackle carrying over Dan’s screams. “No hot water at camp.” He sang playfully. “And no swearing, either, but-”
“Christ on a bike, no wonder you were fucking miserable here!” The words come out before he can realize it, and suddenly he freezes (as well as he can while shivering like mad), but Phil only laughs harder.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Dan can hear the grin in his voice, and he lets out a long breath.
“Whatever. Shitting fucking fuck! Let’s get this over with.”
Dan somehow manages to survive the worst shower of his life, his hair curling as he towels himself off before tugging on clothes and leaving the showerhouse. If it wasn’t for the bright smile on Phil’s face, he’d say it wasn’t worth it. But at least for right now, Phil is his old, giggly self again, and Dan comes to the realization he’d do just about anything to keep him like that.
Unfortunately for Dan, it doesn’t last long. As they’re walking back to the cabin, Phil glances across the way and sees Father Richard, walking through the trees. “Oh, shoot, c’mon-” Phil grabs Dan’s arm and tugs him along a bit faster, not looking behind him for nearly a full minute. As he glances over and sees the look on Dan’s face he finally stops, sighing softly. The joy from before is gone. “Sorry. I just...too early to try to handle that right now.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s just get going to the cabin, yeah? I’m still freezing.” Dan jokes weakly, and Phil tries to crack a smile, still looking uncomfortable as they walk along the trail in silence.
The rest of the day is disturbingly similar to yesterday, and the whole group is sensing that Phil is just...off. He’s usually eager to jump into discussions, but even when Father Richard gives them the chance to talk, Phil seems totally holed up in himself, mumbling something about wanting to give others a time to speak (which pushes the topic along to Louise, who fumbles it totally and is earned a condescending smile from Father Richard).
By lunch, Dan thinks he can’t sit through another hour of this. By mid-afternoon, he’s considering faking being possessed by Satan. And by dinner, he’s come up with about forty ways to fake the possession. The only reason keeping him from doing so is that when he mutters it to PJ he tells him to wait until after dinner-if he keeps Chris from food, he’ll have bigger things to worry about than a camp full of religious fanatics thinking he’s possessed.
They set the tables and then get in line to eat dinner. Dan immediately realizes Phil isn’t anywhere to be found, exchanging concerned looks with Louise. When they get five minutes into dinner and realize that Father Richard is also missing, he starts to worry.
What if Father Richard was...well, what would he do?
The truth is, Dan doesn’t know what the big deal is with this guy. He honestly doesn’t seem to be too bad, but the control he has over Phil’s emotions is genuinely weird. Still, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.
“Hey, Caroline!” He says, quickly jogging over to the young woman, and she gives Dan a kind smile.
“Dan, hey! How have you been enjoying this so far?” She asked gently, resting a hand on his arm. “I know it can be intense, considering your, um...well, you weren’t exactly in the church before you joined us, and-”
“Caroline, it’s all great, but do you know where Phil is?”
She smiles and gives Dan’s arm a squeeze. “I’m so glad you two found each other, you know that? You guys are like-”
“Caroline.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t be mushy, even if you guys are my favorite freshmen.” She winked before waving her hand towards the door. “He’s out by the lake with Father Rich. They go way back, did you know?”
Dan nods slowly. It’s clearly not the answer he wanted, because Caroline leans in. “Don’t tell him I said this, but trust me, Phil’s not choosing Father Richard over you. You’re still his BFF.”
Wonderful. That’s the reassurance he needed right now, that Phil wasn’t going to choose a 65-year-old man to be his ‘BFF”. He manages to smile and thank Caroline before going to wait on the mess hall deck. If Richard was going to drag Phil away, then dammit, he was going to be the first to talk to him when he got back.
-
Phil doesn’t come back up to the mess hall for at least another hour. His eyes are rimmed red, and he’s alone. The second Dan hears his footsteps he shoots up.
“Phil!” He shouts after he yanks his earbuds out, and Phil lets out a yelp, laughing shakily. “Oh my God, did he-did he make you cry?!”
Phil rubs his eyes quickly and giggles weakly. “Dan, I cry at everything. We cried together over that muffin in the dining hall on Wednesday, remember?”
Dan doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, but suddenly Phil’s arms are pulling him into a long hug. “We just had a long talk. Don’t tell me I missed anything?”
“They went on some dumb night hike, but-don’t tell me you wanted to go on the night hike?” He asked as he saw the disappointment on Phil’s face, frowning. “We can go! We can go right now, and meet them, and-”
“Dan. Breathe, okay?” He giggled and led Dan inside. “Our group can go on our own little night hike tomorrow, I’ll survive. Besides. I haven’t gotten to spend time with you these past couple of days, and I’ve missed you.” Phil’s voice is a bit softer, and he gives him a shy smile.
Dan’s face turns red and he sits down in one of the faded couches, Phil flopping next to him. “It’s only been, like, a day and a half.” He mumbles.
“It’s been a long day and a half.”
Dan nods slowly, looking up at Phil. “Is he gone?”
“Yep. Just left camp now. Didn’t wanna make a fuss.” Dan can’t help but roll his eyes a bit at that, shaking his head. “Now, c’mon. Can we talk about something fun? Like…” He reaches out and snatches up an old copy of Women’s Health from a bin by the fireplace, clearly meant for kindling. “What advice can we find for two lovely women like ourselves?”
As he flutters his eyelashes at him, Dan can’t help but laugh, grabbing the magazine from him. The two swap it back and forth, giggling like children at the stupid advice and making fun of all the pictures. The tension from before melts away, and suddenly it’s just Dan and Phil, the two of them being absolute idiots and laughing over nothing. After the last day and a half, it feels amazing to just laugh.
When they finish that one they go to the next one in the bin. They read through issues of Runner’s World, Golf Digest, Christian Living, Better Homes and Gardens, and even a Highlights before Phil’s stomach lets out a loud growl.
“Oooh, I need some food. Why don’t I go grab us some snacks from the kitchen? There’s some board games in one of the closets, find something for us to play?”
With that, he’s up and going into the kitchen, and Dan wanders over to one of the closet doors. Sure enough, he sees some old board game boxes peeking out behind some moving boxes. Dan goes to move one out of the way when he catches a peek of the pile of brochures inside. His eyes run over the text and clip-art outline of a strong-looking man.
Program Judges 6:12 at Camp Brabeck: For teen boys and young men struggling with sexual impurity.
Sexual impurity? Dan grabs the brochure and flips it open.
Today, our young men are raised in a culture where abnormal lifestyles are being accepted, even praised and celebrated. It’s no wonder that more youth than ever before are turning out oversexualized and confused, and more than ever are struggling with same-sex desires...
From there on, the words start to blur together for Dan, and he flips the brochure over.
And then Dan sees it. In the top corner is Father Richard, smiling wide.
With his hand on Phil’s shoulder.
Dan feels his stomach churn violently as he looks at younger Phil. There’s no way it could be anyone else. Even if he’s a bit shorter, and his hair isn’t dyed, Dan’s studied Phil’s face long enough to know it’s him.
As Dan grips the picture frame in his hands, Phil’s words from yesterday come back to him, hitting his chest like rocks.
“Hate the sin, love the sinner.”
Phil worked with Father Richard, at this-this “camp”, this place. They worked together.
“God loves us in spite of our flaws.”
Not only was Phil not gay, thus extinguishing the slightest bit of hope he had, but Phil was actively homophobic. Phil worked at a bloody conversion therapy site, for fuck’s sake.
“He’s got a path for all of us.”
Phil wasn’t uncomfortable about Father Richard-he was uncomfortable about Dan and their friends being around Father Richard, and them finding out just what a homophobic, lying, fake-
“I found Pop-Tarts!”
Phil’s voice interrupts the swirling thoughts in his head, and he slowly turns, holding the brochure up. “Were you ever going to mention this?”
Phil’s face goes pale. “I...Where did you…” He whispers, but Dan growls. Actually growls. Red hot anger is taking control now as days, weeks, months, years of suffocated emotions rises to the top suddenly. A lifetime of not fitting in, a lifetime of hiding, and to be rejected by Phil-like this.
“Nice pic of you and your friend, Phil. You worked with him on this? You and Richard, two pals-and you knew we’d judge you for it, so you just decided not to tell us?!”
“Wait, wait, Dan, no. It’s not like that. That’s not what-” Phil tries to butt in. Dan isn’t having it.
“Do you realize what kind of damage you do to people, Phil?! You can’t act like-like Little Mr. Innocent about this, this is some seriously fucked up shit you’ve done!” Dan’s properly yelling now, getting to his feet and not even stopping as Phil cowers back. “And-And worst of all, you hid it from us! You talk like you love everyone, hiding behind your stupid flowery language, but you’re a total fucking hateful dick!”
Phil suddenly stands as well, putting his hands in front of his chest, but irritation is creeping into his voice. “Daniel. Listen to me, you don’t understand. I’m not hateful-”
“Oh-Oh yeah? Not hateful, huh? Not hateful when you say ‘gay is an artificial construct, created to celebrate people’s sinful homosexual desires’? Or when your stupid fucking camp goes to ‘remove young men from their unhealthy environment to bring them to Jesus and see the errors they’re making’?” Dan’s reading directly from the pamphlet now. “That doesn’t sound loving, Phil!”
“Dan, let me-”
“There is literally nothing you could say to make this better. You think you’re helping, don’t you? But you’re just-just spreading hate, and-”
Dan’s words are cut off as Phil suddenly grabs him by the back of his head, pulling him into a hard kiss. For possibly the first time in his life, Dan is rendered speechless, especially a few moments later when Phil pulls away and his eyes well up.
“Dan…” He choked out, sinking down onto the couch and starting to sob. “I didn’t-I didn’t-”
After a moment he grabs the brochure weakly.
“I didn’t work at the camp.” He chokes out finally, and Dan just stands frozen in place. “I was a camper.”
Dan hates that he doesn’t know whether he should trust him or not. But...this is Phil, crying ugly, hard sobs, and he can’t help but feel his heart break in two. “A...camper?” He asks slowly, moving to sit next to him but keeping his distance.
Phil lets out a pained noise but nods. “I signed up to go. Because I kept having these-these dreams, and these urges. And I thought if I did everything right, if I listened to Father R-Richard…”
He has to stop himself to catch his breath as it comes quicker, curling into himself and resting his head on his knees.
“I thought if I could be perfect, I could b-be like him. A priest. A husband, to a wife. A father to my k-kids. An ex-homosexual.” He said, tears streaming down his face. “Dan, I-I tried so hard…”
Dan frowns, running a hand through his hair slowly. “You can’t just-I mean, I don’t think it works like that, Phil,” Dan says after a moment, and Phil nods quickly.
“I know, I know. God knows I know. They tried everything on m-me. I mean, everything. But the more they did, the more angry I got, with myself, with Richard, with God. I hated God, Dan, I hated him so much, and I did all this stuff…” Dan can’t stop himself but reaching out and taking his hand at that, and Phil clings to it almost instantly.
“I lied, and I ripped up my Bible, and I did stuff with the other guys there…”
Dan blinked a few times. For Phil, that was intense, and he can hear the guilt and true sorrow in his voice. “You-I mean, no offense, but kissing a few guys and tearing up a book aren’t exactly unforgivable sins.” He says, hoping to bring him comfort. To his surprise, Phil laughs sadly.
“I did more than just kiss, trust me. When Richard found me in the showers with one of the guys-”
At that Dan’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. Phil, who half an hour ago was blushing at ads for tampons, in the showers with a guy? “He-He decided I needed more intense therapy. It was hours and hours of just being told how disgusting I was, being shown these videos, being preached at, b-but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop feeling like I did.”
“Phil…” Dan feels his broken heart finally crumble. He pulls him into a hug, letting him sob into his hair.
“F-Finally I just lied my way th-through it. That’s what m-most of us do. And then I was th-the big success story, and they took that dumb picture, and it was finally over. I went home, and I was so mad I decided I’d go through my Bible-the nice, new one my parents had bought me, when they heard that ‘somebody’ tore up my old one-to s-see how wrong I was before and how terrible He was. So I stayed up for nearly a week, no school, no nothing. Just reading.”
Phil pulled away to reach out, grabbing his copy of the Bible from his bag “ And as I read, I…”
He took a deep breath as he opened it up and slowly turned the pages, motioning to the Post-Its and notes littering the scripture. “I didn’t find that. I found a God that wanted me to love-He wanted me to love my family, and my friends, and my neighbors, and-and guys. He wanted me to love you. He wanted me to love you, romantically.”
At that, Dan feels his heart stop and he gently moves to look Phil in the eyes. “You really think that?” He whispered, Phil nodding quickly as he ran a hand through Dan’s hair.
“God gave us all the ability to love-fully, and deeply, and wonderfully. And-And I love you, so much. I didn’t want to freak you out, and I’m not ready to be out, but-”
This time it’s Dan’s turn to cut him off with a slower, gentler kiss. “Shh. We don’t have to tell anyone.” He murmured.
“It can just be us?” Phil asked in a small voice. “Just you and me?”
At that, Dan is pretty sure he’s going to explode, because dear God that’s all he’s ever wanted. He wants to scream, he wants to jump up and down, he wants to run down the fucking mountain and throw rocks at Father Richard’s car-
Instead, Dan takes a deep breath before smiling and nodding. “Just me and you.” He agreed quietly.
He leaned in and kissed Phil again, cupping his cheeks. This time was gentler, and Phil let out a soft, relieved noise as his lips moved against Dan’s and he pulled Dan close to him.
“I love you,” Dan says once they pull away. “I love you, I love you, I love you-”
“Have I ever read you Proverbs 17:28?” Phil interrupts with a giggle. Dan raises an eyebrow but grabs Phil’s Bible, flipping to it.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.
“Did you just ask me to shut up and keep kissing you through a Bible verse?!” Dan whined, but he can’t help but grin as Phil kept laughing, nodding as he connected their lips again.
Time seems to stand still. Two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, ten hours, ten years-Dan can only guess how much time has passed when they hear the group off in the distance.
“Shit-shit, okay, one last-” Dan jerked away but Phil giggled, grabbing the plate of Pop-Tarts and Dan’s hand before dragging him outside. He took him out a bit before they got down to the lake, sitting on the sand and wrapping his arms around Dan. Dan pauses before shyly climbing into his lap, and then they’re kissing again, Phil only pausing to catch his breath and murmur “I’m sorry you thought I could be homophobic.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask before jumping to conclusions.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t open up about what had happened.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you away from Father Richard.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you away from Father Richard.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been that guy in the showers with you.” The words leave Dan’s mouth before he can stop himself-humor is a coping mechanism for him, but right now, he wants to kick himself when he hears Phil’s gasp.
“Oi! Not yet, at least.” He said with a slight laugh, pressing his lips to Dan’s cheek and watching as his face burns red. He grins and presses a few pecks to his lips before looking up at the sky.
“...You really think God wants this for us?” Dan says and Phil closes his eyes, snuggling closer.
“‘For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:113 to 114’.” Phil recited quietly. “God made us fearfully-like, with great awe and respect of us-and wonderfully. He made us find each other, he made us love each other.” He kissed Dan’s nose. “So that’s us. Fearfully and wonderfully made.”
Dan looks at Phil with a soft smile, a bit worn from all the excitement of the day, but feeling...free.
“Fearfully and wonderfully, huh?”
