prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).
Heyyyyyyyy I’ve been having literally The Worst writer’s block this week bc I felt as if last week’s chapter kinda drove me into a brick wall that I didn’t know how to write myself out of so <///3 I hope this is okay, it’s a lil more lighthearted compared to the last few chapters but enjoy that while it lasts bc shit’s about to Seriously Go Down my dudes ;PPP
Here is the song phil Does The Thing to ;))) [x]
warnings: alcohol, kiiinda smut but not really, inappropriate games of truth or dare why the fuck am I like this
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Seventeen
Phil can’t speak. There’s a flood of thoughts racing through his brain at about three hundred miles per hour but he can’t seem to open his mouth and say anything. The silence is too much and he just can’t fucking speak.
Dan misinterprets the silence. He draws in a shaky breath after a couple of minutes and hauls himself off of the bench, out of Phil’s arms.
“I’ve said too much. I-“
“No, wait-“ Phil reaches out to grab for his wrist, but Dan flinches, tensing up like stone.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” Phil mumbles, suddenly feeling terrible. Weeks of spending time with Dan had made it apparent enough how sensitive the other boy still is to sudden moves. “I’m really sorry, I-“
“It’s-…” Dan swallows, clutching onto the bench. “It’s fine. I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped something as heavy as that on you. I-“
“No, it’s okay,” Phil gulps. “Really. It’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
Dan sits back down on the bench, quietly apprehensive. “A shock?”
“I-… but-… okay,” he gulps. “Well- I mean. It’s great. I guess,” his throat feels like sandpaper and he kind of wants a cigarette. “For you, anyway.”
Dan freezes. “What?”
“I mean,” Phil tries again, desperately trying to ignore the swirl of something hot churning in his stomach right now. “Yeah. It’s cool. It’s cool that you’ve, you know, found someone like-“ he knows his words are slipping out too fast and he needs to fucking shut up for a minute but he can’t stop himself. If he doesn’t talk, the thudding of his heartbeat in his ears will become all too apparent and he’ll probably start crying instead. “So um. Yeah. Who-… um. Who-… who- with?” he finally stutters. “If that’s not an invasive question. Which it probably is, but-“
Dan frowns into the darkness. Phil throws him a quick glance.
“Seriously?” Dan’s voice is beginning to crack a little, and Phil can’t understand why.
“What?”
Dan shakes his head, shutting his eyes. Phil tries to reach for his hand, but Dan pulls his hand out of his grasp.
“Dan?” Phil feels a little stab in his heart.