Discovering Love // phan

Nine

  Dan didn't see Phil at all for the rest of the week. He didn't even come to class, and Dan never saw him in the halls either. 

  Even with his newly discovered feelings, Dan couldn't help but be a tiny bit relieved about this. He finally had a break from all the pressure put on him by being around Phil, and it was pretty damn peaceful. Of course, then came the guilt about feeing that way, and then the anger at feeling guilt. It was just plain crazy, the rest of that week. Dan tried his hardest to keep Phil out of his mind, and focus on other things like school and the project. It was sort of difficult, having to do it alone, but Dan managed.

  The weekend after that, Dan holed himself up in his room, and only left to get food and go to the bathroom. His parents were both gone on some business trips, and it was very quiet, and lonely. He sort of wished there was someone in the house, even if they didn't interact at all. And since there was nothing to distract him, Dan of course couldn't help but think of Phil.

  Now that Dan knew that Phil supposedly loved him, there was nothing stopping his mind from overreacting. There was no barrier to his thoughts, and they just kept coming, daydreams, creative imagines, made up conversations. Usually, he had a limit, because he had previously thought that Phil would not appreciate it (even if he didn't know about them), but that was all thrown to Hell now. 

  Dan had finished Romeo & Juliet by Sunday, and he suddenly found that the whole story wasn't as stupid as he had originally thought. Because for some reason, he kept imagining him and Phil in their shoes. 

  The back stories didn't exactly match up, but the idea was sort of the same. They could be considered star crossed lovers, or whatever, by society, because of the fact that they were both men. The only differences, really, were the fact that their parents were involved, and that they didn't act on their feelings towards each other.

  But it scared Dan, because this meant that his views on love, everthing that he had ever thought about it, and evey argument he had ever made against it....was just changing. He felt that, maybe the whole love things wasn't just stereotypcal and bullshit.

  He didn't full blown love Phil or anything, but there was definately something there, something he was nervous about discovering. And all of this had happened because of some stupid boy. Phil had just waltzed into his life, with his stupid pretty blue eyes, and great kissing skills, and turned Dan's life fucking upside down. And now he was gone, with no explanation and no apology. And Dan was angry about that.

  Because who was he, to just say he loved Dan, out of nowhere, and then leave without a trace? And he had gotten Dan all riled up, with his words and actions, and now he was gone? Bullshit, Dan wasn't just going to sit there and take it, like some bitch. Phil was going to talk to him whether he liked it or not.

  And so that's why Dan was on his way to Phil's house, at ten o'clock on a Sunday night. To talk.

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  It was dark. Of course it was dark. All the lights were off in the house, as far as Dan could tell. He vaguely remembered where Phil's room was, and as he crept along the side of the house, he really hoped he was right. He didn't feel like pissing of any parents right now, and it would only make him look like a fool, if Phil found him like that.

  He stood under the window. a floor above him, and tried to think of a rational way to approach this. But there was no rational way, he was standing under the guys window, in the middle of the night wearing pajamas. So he decided to be cliche as fuck, and throw small rocks at the glass. He did that for almost fifteen minutes before he saw someone look out at him, and he sighed in relief when it was indeed Phil, and not his parents.