Phan Oneshots

Twenty Two: Run

Two homeless teens, Dan and Phil, have been best friends for years. But one of them starts to question their feelings
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"Dan. Dan, wake up!" I hear someone whisper urgently. My eyelids flutter open and I see Phil hovering over me, grinning widely. I turn to grab my phone and see that it's 3 am.

"Phil what the fuck? Go back to bed and leave me the fuck alone." My voice is husky from being awoken only moments before. I roll over and shut my eyes. But Phil, ever persistent, speaks up.

"Come on Dan! Don't you wanna have some fun?"

"Not at 3 in the fucking morning dipshit." I say. My words are harsh but my tone shows that it's only a joke. Suddenly, I feel the bed shift underneath me. When I open my eyes I see that Phil has laid himself down beside me. My brown eyes meet his blue ones.

He whispered in his delicate voice, "Please?" I shivered as his warm breath hit my neck. With one final sigh, I give in and nod at his request. He springs up quickly, no doubt to go get ready for our early morning adventure.

It was pretty inevitable that I was going to give in. I've never been able to deny Phil anything.

Phil and I have been best friends since high school. We also seemed like your stereotypical "bad boys". The ones always sneaking out behind the school to smoke or get high; always getting bad grades; constantly in the principal's office; everything. Phil was my only friend, as I was his, and we were both okay with that. Truth was, while we were behind the school, stoned as hell, Phil and I traded secrets that no one knows. We both came out to each other in 10th grade. He was as accepting of my bisexuality as I was of his pansexuality. In 11th grade both of us decided to tell our parents, and were kicked out. We've been on the run ever since. Staying in motels and abandoned buildings. We've been trying to save up money for an apartment, but it's kinda hard to find work when you're constantly on the run.

Phil returned to my room less than 15 minutes later with his black backpack. I recognized the rattling sound it made as he moved.

Spray paint.

"Ready to go?" He asked excitedly. I grinned and nodded, grabbing my phone as we exited the motel. Phil lead me down the street towards a building I recognized as our old school. He lit a cigarette as we approached it. I figure this is another one of his revenge plots. Phil has always been pissed at the school for being unaccepting and homophobic, same as he's upset with our parents. He always tries to get back at both of them through small rebellious acts, like defacing the school building. Once we reach one of the walls, Phil reaches into his bag and pulls out a can of paint and tosses it to me. I look up at him confusedly.

"Why me?" I ask. Phil is ten times better at art than me and usually does all the painting while I keep watch.

"I've never seen you paint before, and I want to see you do it."

"But, I don't even know where to start."

Phil shrugs indifferently. "Just do whatever feels right, Dan. You got this." He smirks slightly at me. I take a deep breath and begin.

At first, I don't really know what to make. I try to think of anything that might provide any sort of inspiration. For some reason, I think about how much I want freedom. Freedom to love who I want; freedom from the bonds of a childhood I desperately want to forget; freedom from the endless cycle of running away; freedom to live with Phil. And before I know it, I'm painting.

I'm painting wings.

I look over to Phil and see his mouth hanging open in awe, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes catch mine and we both grin widely at each other. I feel a strange light feeling in my chest as we look at each other. Then we hear a loud sound growing steadily closer.

Sirens.

"Shit." Phil whispers. He quickly grabs the backpack and my hand and begins to sprint towards our motel. I drop the can as I'm yanked away. The sirens grow steadily closer and I know we're not going to make it in time. But still we keep running.

A police cruiser pulls directly in front of us, blocking our path.

No where to run.

A policeman exits the car and advances towards us. Phil pulls me behind him as if to shield me. But we both know it's pointless. A force yanks me from behind and I see that two more police cars had pulled up behind and alongside us. The officer that grabbed me slams me against the door of the car to our left, the other slams Phil next to me. Both of us are handcuffed. He turns to me and chuckles. I giggle a bit myself. As I stare into his oceanic eyes, I feel a strange feeling in my chest. And I realize something that I already knew, but have denied for too long.

I'm in love with Phil Lester.

They brought us to holding. They try to ask us about our parents but we say nothing. There's no one to call, we're on our own. They decide to put us in a holding cell overnight while they figure out what to do with us. We're put in the same cell. It's probably the most comfortable living space either of us have been to in months. It's already lights out when we arrive, so they send us straight to bed. I claim top bunk. Thoughts of Phil keep me from finding sleep. I miss sharing a bed with him. Feeling his heartbeat against my back. I felt safe in his embrace, like just Phil's presence was preventing all the evil from reaching me. I need that right now. Cause I'm scared and alone.

I climb down to Phil's bunk and see him facing the wall.

I tap his shoulder and whisper, "Phil?" He turns to me, seeming wide awake.

"Yeah?"

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither." He says. Silence settles between us. I awkwardly look down at my feet. As if reading my mind, Phil says, "Do you want to sleep in my bunk with me?" I nod slowly, but on the inside I'm extremely relieved.

He lifts the blanket to allow me to climb underneath it with him. Once I'm tucked in, Phil wraps his arms around my torso. He places a small kiss to my neck. I'm sure the gesture is purely platonic, but it makes my heart flutter in my chest.

"I'm scared Philly." I whisper. I turn to face him. He wipes something wet from my cheek and I realized that I was crying. Phil hugs me closer and I bury my face in his chest.

"Don't worry Bear," Phil murmurs soothingly, kissing my forehead. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise." I relax at his words and finally feel sleep take me over.

"You're going to be okay." I hear Phil whisper before darkness envelopes me.

A/N: I may have lowkey based this on the MV for Run by BTS. I kinda left it on a cliffhanger too. If you want a part two that's a bit more conclusive let me know!! Thanks for reading and have a lovely rest of your day.