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winkinglester · 8 years ago

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Run, Baby, Run

*sequel to Tech Yes, Juliet*

summary: dan and phil’s relationship is a secret until it isn’t, which is bad because they’re in feuding majors at their university

word count: 4.2k

genre: fluff

warnings: slight angstë?? also swearing

a/n: IT’S FINALLY HERE! i have gotten so many requests to do a sequel to tech yes and i finally gave in and this took 48 years but w/e. ps don’t ask what sport the feud games are bc i don't know

Their library make-out sessions were becoming a normal thing. Phil would have Dan pushed up against the historical fiction shelf, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, smiling at the little groans and pants Dan makes when he’s turned on. They were never worried about getting caught since who the fuck reads historical fiction anyways?

“Hey,” Dan had said. It was the first time Phil brought Dan back there to their current make-out spot, and Dan got upset when he learned as to why. “I read historical fiction.”

“You must be the only one,” Phil had said, leaning in closer to Dan. Dan laughed into their kiss.

The memory had Phil smiling into their current kiss. Quiet voices nearby, however, interrupted them.

“Shh,” Dan whispered suddenly, pulling away from Phil. “Someone’s coming.” Phil leaned back from Dan and smoothed out his shirt, trying to erase any evidence that anything had just happened. Ehem.

Two girls passed by the front of the isle just as Dan had dropped to the ground, pretending to be searching for a book in the bottom shelf. They didn’t give the boys more than half of a glance.

As soon as they had passed, Phil gave a silent breath of relief. “God, why do we have to keep it a secret, Dan? It’s so tiring.”

Dan looked up at Phil through tired eyes. “You know why. We would never hear the end of it if we came out. ‘Wait, you two are dating? I thought you were in feuding majors!’ And then there’s my parents…” He said this sounding slightly exasperated, causing Phil to back off.

“I know, I know, I just…I don’t want to keep us a secret forever, I guess,” Phil said, reaching down to help Dan up.

Dan sighed, climbing back on to his feet. He left his hands in Phil’s. “I understand, Phil, and I swear someday we can shout it from the rooftops. I won’t depend on my parents anymore, so it won’t matter what they think. I’m gonna kiss you in front of a million bajillion people. I swear.”

Phil smiled. “Million bajillion isn’t an actual number, you know.”

“I’m a tech major, Mr. English.”

“I won’t forget that any time soon.”

Ever since the day Phil figured out who his secret admirer was, they had salvaged every moment they had together, from cheeky hand squeezes in the empty halls to suggestive glances in busy classrooms.

Dan and Phil only struggled somewhat to keep their relationship private. The only person they had told was Dan’s roommate Charlie, who couldn’t care less. They hadn’t told PJ yet since he wasn’t in the dorm much in general. He was usually out with a girlfriend, or something.

Phil was pretty sure that nobody else knew, or was suspicious, because nobody had ever asked him about Dan. Really, though, why would they? Dan was a tech major, and Phil was an English major. The only thing about them that overlapped was that they had the same taste in music. They were polar opposites, and yet that’s what made them such a good couple.

Scattered, passionate screams filled the air. A few hundred people had turned up for the feud game, which was small considering it was the biggest game of the year. Techies would play the English majors, which was usually a pretty fair fight. (There was always some bias since the referee majored in English, but that was beside the point.)

Dan smiled and looked across the field. In the other stands, alone, Phil sat. Dan knew it was Phil since everyone else seemed to care about sports, and yet one person sat alone, facing the wrong way. Plus, nobody else was that pale.

“What’re you staring at, dude?” PJ asked, slinging an arm around Dan’s shoulder. Dan’s eyes widened and he laughed nervously.

“Nothing, man, just watching the game,” Dan muttered. “Anyways, how are things with you and that girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?” PJ said, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re never sleeping in the dorm, I just assumed…” Dan said sheepishly.

“I don’t have a - wait. You must mean Chris,” PJ said. “Yeah, I usually spend the night at his, just since it’s usually late by the time we’re done.” PJ winked. “I gotta run, so see you later!”

“A- alright. See you,” Dan said. Who would’ve thought?

Dan stepped off the bleachers, heading towards the other side.

“Oi, Dan, where you headed?” Charlie shouted, trying to be heard above the roaring crowd.

“Concessions stand,” Dan lied.

“Right, get me a Coke!” He yelled, throwing some cash in Dan’s direction. Dan rolled his eyes and made his way towards Phil, and apparently the concessions, too.

Dan stood in line for the concessions, messing around on his phone mindlessly. His eyes widened as he felt a hand on his lower back.

“Guess who,” a familiar voice said.

Dan grinned. “Hey, uh, pal. How are you?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Doing good, bro.” Phil lowered his voice and leaned towards Dan. “After you get your drink, feel free to stop by the edge of the bleachers. I have something to show you.” Dan almost shivered.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, will do,” Dan stammered. Phil smirked and walked away.

Dan practically threw his money at the cashier.

After he got Charlie’s soda, Dan rushed to the bleachers. He was looking around in a totally-not-suspicious way when a quiet “Psst!” caught his attention. He turned around to see Phil peeking out from underneath the seats.

Dan laughed and walked over to his boyfriend. “Come on, Phil, tell me you’re more creative than making out under the bleachers.”

“Hush, you.”

Shrill alarm beeps were probably Dan’s least favorite sound. Charlie reached over and silenced the clock, but Dan could still hear them somewhere far away.

“Dan, you ready for the game tonight?” Charlie asked, climbing out of his bed.

Dan groaned sleepily, since it was barely past six am. “Maybe, but I don’t want to think about it right now!”

“Sheesh, sorry mate. Didn’t know you woke up with a stick up your ass,” Charlie responded, laughing and pulling his shoes on. “I’m off to the bathroom.” He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

Dan groaned again. He only got a few hours of sleep, thanks to the essay he spent, like, nine hours working on. Maybe it would’ve taken less time had he not left all of his revisions to the last minute, but whatever. He would try again next time.

Rolling out of bed, Dan grabbed for his phone and knocked over a glass instead, sending water across the room and all over-

“FUCK, MY LAPTOP!” Dan yelled, swiping his already shitty computer from its watery grave. He wrapped a towel around it, chanting “dab not rub, dab not rub, dab not rub” under his breath.

“Please, please, don’t be dead, I need you, I need the essay I wrote, please,” Dan whispered, pulling the towel away and pressing the power button.

The screen flashed a brief, cheerful Welcome! and proceeded to the login. Dan sighed in relief. He typed his password and pulled up Word, only to see no recent documents.

“What the hell?” Dan muttered, his typing getting frantic. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” Charlie said, reappearing from the bathroom, a toothbrush in hand.

“My essay, from last night, I spilled water, it’s gone, my essay that took like nine hours is gone, and if I don’t find it in five seconds I’m going to scream, where is it?” Dan exclaimed, eyes wide and fearful.

“Dan, Dan, relax. Don’t run so many tabs at once, you’ll crash it,” Charlie said gently, pulling the laptop away from Dan.

Dan ran his hands through his fringe, cursing under his breath. Charlie squinted and typed something on Dan’s computer, muttering to himself. After a minute, Charlie gave one final tap on the keyboard and shook his head. “I’m sorry Dan, but it’s gone.”

“Fuck, man,” Dan groaned, running his hands through his hair again. “It’s due in a few hours, there’s no way I can finish.”

“I’m sorry mate, that sucks. I gotta run, so I’ll see you later,” Charlie said, giving one last pitying glance and heading out.

Dan gathered his things and headed out a minute later, dreading the day in front of him.

“Mr. Howell, not your best work,” Dan’s music professor said, handing him a graded assignment with a big red F on it. Dan sighed. He knew he had done bad, but he really didn’t think he had done this bad.

With his lost essay (that he tried to redo, but only got halfway through before it was taken for a measly half grade), his somewhat-damaged laptop, and stepping in dog shit on his way here, the F on the essay was a fantastic cherry on top of Dan’s day. All he wanted was to go back to his dorm and sleep it all away, but of course he couldn’t. Great.

The class dismissed, shaking Dan from his thoughts. He grabbed his bag and stormed out the door, not caring if he bumped people on his way out. Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck today.

“Dan, wait up,” someone behind him said, panting and putting their pale hand on his shoulder. “Hey, not trying to ditch me are you?”

“Phil, not right now, I’m kind of pissed off and I just want to finish the day,” Dan muttered, shrugging Phil’s hand off his shoulder. “And stop putting your hand on my shoulder, someone’ll get suspicious.”

Phil withdrew his hand, looking stung. “Sorry, I just want to be able to touch you, even innocently. I wish we could tell people.”

“I know, I know,” Dan muttered, feeling almost embarrassed. God, why couldn’t Phil just take a hint and leave him alone for just one minute? “I’m just having a shit day and I’m really not in the mood so please just leave me be. And besides, you know why we can’t tell people.”

“Sorry, it’s just…hard. I hate having to think about every damn thing I say, Dan!” Phil said, his voice starting to raise with frustration. He tugged his boyfriend around a corner for privacy. “I can’t just hide forever. It’s been five months,” Phil finished, seeming exasperated.

Dan pulled out of Phil’s grip once again, a small voice telling him to calm down. He ignored it. “I’m just…” He took a breath. “I know. Fuck. I know. Give me time.”

With that, Dan turned and walked to his next class, leaving Phil behind him.

Dan rolled over again. And again. And again.

He couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow was going to be hell.

He reached over to the small cardboard box they were using as a nightstand to grab his phone. 4:27 in the morning. Great.

Dan sighed and suppressed a groan. He had so many things on his mind, why did he expect to get any sleep? Finals, his laptop, his slowly declining grades, and now Phil. He had been lying in bed for hours, tossing and turning. Dan half-slept for a blissful eight minutes, but was woken up by someone slamming their door down the hall. Damn you, drunken teenagers.

Phil would probably know how to deal with this, Dan thought. Phil would get me some tea and run his hands through my hair right now. He might still be up; I could text h-

Shit.

Dan grabbed his phone and quickly pulled up the last text he sent to Phil, from the day previous. He had forgotten to text him goodnight, something they always did.

Then again, Phil didn’t text him either.

Dan didn’t hold back his groan this time. Why did this have to happen now? All he wanted to do was sleep, make up with Phil, pass his finals, safely tell his parents he wasn’t straight…

Maybe in the morning.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me?”

Dan opened one eye. Why did people want to talk this early in the morning? He barely slept last night, so today was probably going to suck ass.

“Hm?” Dan groaned, slowly picking his head off his pillow.

“I- whatever.” Charlie turned and stormed out of the room.

“What the hell…?” Dan mumbled. Probably just moody and hungover, he thought. He hoped.

Dan got ready quickly, seeing as he was about to be late. Just as he was slinging his bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his phone off the duvet.

PHIL: we need to talk asap, call me

PHIL: dan please this is important

PHIL: meet me in the library at 9, u know where

Dan sighed. He really didn’t want to talk it out with Phil, not just yet. Maybe he could ask for a little more time. Yeah, that should do it, he thought. I can ask to have time to myself, and not to worry about this right n-

“Dan, shit,” Phil said, appearing out of nowhere to stand next to Dan between the historical fiction shelves. “I’m sorry, I have no idea how this happened.”

“Phil, I don’t want to talk about this right now. What happened yester- “

“Dan, this isn’t about yesterday. We got outed. Everyone knows.”

Dan felt his heartbeat thudding in his stomach, like he was about to be sick. “What the hell? How?”

The other boy shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe someone saw us at the feud game? Under the bleachers is an awfully cliché move.”

Dan closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Maybe, if he pretended it was a rumor, nobody would care. He could ignore it.

“But hey,” Phil said, his voice soft. “At least we don’t have to hide it anymore.”

“Phil, what the fuck? I’ve been dreading this for months now, and all you say is ‘at least it’s over with!’ Really? This is not a fucking good thing!” Dan said, his voice beginning to rise.

“Come on, you said you wanted to be out and over with, I thought you wanted this,” Phil said, his eyebrows drawing together with confusion.

Dan leaned away. “No, Phil, that’s what you wanted. I don’t care what you think, this is never going to escape us. Not only will people freak out about the stupid feud shit, but someone’s gonna tell my parents eventually. My mom’s at the head of the board, my dad’s the biggest homophobe I’ve ever met…” Dan brought his voice down. “They’re gonna kick me out and I’ll never see you again. I’ll be lucky if I can still attend school here.”

“We can work it out, I swear,” Phil pleaded. “We can talk to your parents. It doesn’t have to get ugly.”

“It already is! Whether or not we want it, this is already bad!” Dan shouted.

“Wait, are you…ashamed of us?” Phil said taking a step back. He squinted at Dan.

“Maybe!” Dan said. “Maybe I don’t want to end up being the gay kid! Maybe I don’t want my life preceded before me! Maybe, just maybe, I knew that if I got outed, all of my attempts to establish a figure would disappear because ‘who cares about him? Sure, he’s done some cool stuff, but isn’t he the gay kid?’ I can’t be minimized to a sexuality, Phil. I fucking can’t.” Dan took a breath.

“Fuck you. Did it ever occur to you that maybe there’s nothing wrong with being gay? That turns out you can actually do shit without people minimizing you?” Phil spat. “Huh? Can you manage to get that into your head? Because there is nothing you can change about yourself. Not my fault you like it up the ass.”

Dan had never seen Phil so angry before, but all reason was out the window.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m out.” Dan walked away from the shelf, before turning back around. “Literally,” he added with a bitter laugh. “See you around, maybe.”

Dan ignored Phil’s shouts behind him. His mind was made up.

Dan never understood how disgustingly perfect actions done on an adrenaline high were until now. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but he just continued to throw random clothes into a duffle bag. He just needed a walk to clear his head. A long walk, far away from here. With almost all of his things.

Packing a sorry excuse of an overnight bag, scribbling a small note, and sprinting off college campus went by more quickly than Dan expected. Everything caught up with him, however, while he stood waiting for whatever public bus route he was standing in the way of. He just needed to clear his head. Just clearing his head.

Dan was just clearing his head when he stepped on the bus and sat down in the middle. He was only taking a break when he got off at the ninth stop, right across from his favorite childhood playground. Time went by too fast again while Dan stepped off, headed into the small forest, and walked to the only place he knew. All he needed was to sit here, in the secret hiding spot he hadn’t touched in ten years, and think. Then, everything would be fine.

Fuck going to class, Phil, and everybody else in the world.

Dan sat in the bushes behind the shutdown community park. If nobody looked too closely, Dan remained hidden from the world. He would stay here, just for a moment. Just for long enough to catch his breath, take a break, and wrap his head around things. There was a small ditch filled with woodchips that Dan and his brother had originally used to try to save a hurt bird. The bird ended up dying.

Dan kind of felt like the bird.

After some time passed, Dan remembered that eventually, he would have to show up somewhere. Home and his dorm room weren’t options, so where?

“Shit,” Dan said to himself, putting his hands over his face as if he could shield himself from more stupid decisions. Shit shit shit.

And then, as if by miracle, Dan realized he had another option.

“Dan?”

The blonde haired girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, which was fair, since Dan showed up at her doorstep with little more than ‘hello’. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have to be at uni-“

“Lou, I love you, but I need you to not ask questions right now.” Dan pushed past his longtime friend, stepping into her apartment.

“Dan! You can’t just show up, unannounced, I have to…” Louise trailed off.

Dan ignored her. He knew he was being sort of an asshole, but a part of it felt justified. The worse your day was, apparently, the worse human being you could be.

“Look, I need to crash somewhere, and you’re the only person I know who won’t ask questions, just…please. Please. Not for long. I’ll be gone in two days, tops,” Dan said, dropping his duffel bag.

Louise sighed. “No questions at all?”

Dan smiled. “Not right now, but I’ll explain later.”

“Oh, fine. But if I get panicky calls from Phil, which I know will happen, what do I tell him?”

“Tell him…I’m clearing my head. Thank you, Louise.” Dan hugged his friend, who hugged him back cautiously.

Dan turned on the shower in Louise’s apartment. He stepped in, letting the water scald his skin. The water pressure was so much better here than at the shitty dorm bathrooms. Other than the heat, he couldn’t feel anything, not really. He wasn’t sad, or mad. He was just tired. He scrubbed his skin until it was red and raw, and then he scrubbed some more. He almost laughed despite himself when he borrowed Louise’s shampoo, since it was a “girly” scent. As if his masculinity was particularly strong these days.

After he finished showering, he looked in the mirror, wearing nothing but a towel. He barely recognized himself.

Dan sat in Louise’s lounge, relaxed on the couch next to her. Some random cooking show was playing at low volume, and Dan ignored another call from his phone, probably from Phil. He didn’t even check.

“Dan, you’ve been here for a day now, and you’re always welcome, but…what happened?” Louise said, turning towards Dan.

Dan drew in his lip and bit it. “Phil and I had a fight. We got outed and we had very different reactions.”

“Oh, honey, that’s something you can come back from,” Louise said, smiling. “The two of you are such a good couple, this isn’t the end.”

“Isn’t it though?” Dan asked, running his hands through his fringe. “I mean, Jesus, he asked if I was embarrassed of us.”

“Are you?” Louise cocked her head.

“Yes. No. Maybe?” Dan groaned. “I’m not embarrassed that I’m dating Phil, I’m embarrassed that I’m dating a boy and that people know. My parents are gonna disown me.”

Louise opened her arms and Dan leaned into them. He buried his head into her shoulder. “I’m fucked, Lou.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll be here for you, no matter what. The only person who can support you more than me, though, is Phil. You should call him,” Louise responded, rubbing her hands on Dan’s back.

“He’s gonna hate me, I bet,” Dan said, pulling away reluctantly. Louise gave him a look. “Or not. I’ll call him.”

Dan hit Call and felt his heart start racing. He stood up and headed across the flat for privacy. Pick up, pick up, he thought nervously. It kept ringing, until it stopped. The call went to voicemail.

“Fuck,” Dan sighed. He walked back into the living room to face Louise. “Can’t make amends if he doesn’t-“

Dan was cut off by the phone ringing. Call from: Phil<3

Louise gave him two thumbs up. Dan took a deep breath and pressed Accept Call.

“Phil, I-“

“What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just disappear whenever you’d like! I was worried sick about you, and I couldn’t stop coming up with scenarios where you’d died or something, and nobody knew where you were, and Charlie was about to call the cops, and you didn’t even text anybody, and your note was pure shit, I mean ‘I’ll be back’ answers none of my questions whatsoever! Fuck, Dan!” Phil exclaimed, and went quiet. Dan took it as his cue.

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve picked up when you called, I just…wanted to ignore the world, or something, for just a day. When you told me that everyone knew about us it was like my brain shut down. I couldn’t think, I just needed to get out. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was scaring myself, to be honest. It was like, all of a sudden I was on a bus, with practically nothing, and I didn’t even recognize myself. I’m so sorry, Phil. I really hope you’re not gonna break up with me.” Dan braced himself for the worst.

“Dan, of course I’m not breaking up with you. I’m just hurt that the idea of people knowing about us is enough to make you run away.”

“I’m not embarrassed about you, really. I’m just not used to this.” Dan could practically see Phil nervously jamming his hands in his pockets. “I’m gonna try it, though. If you’ll be patient with me, I’m gonna try my best to roll with this.”

“You know I’m by your side,” Phil said quietly. Dan smiled even though Phil couldn’t see it through the phone.

“I’m gonna head back soon, meet me at my dorm in an hour?”

Phil laughed. “See you soon, nerd.”

Dan felt nervous as soon as he stepped back onto campus. Yes, he was ready, but fuck, he was still scared. He walked quickly, so maybe he could avoid the attention of the other students milling around. None of them gave him the time of day.

Dan struggled to unlock his door for a second too long, thanks to the shakiness of his hands. Once the door swung open, Dan was immediately greeted by someone hugging him tightly.

“Welcome home,” Phil whispered. Dan laughed and hugged him back.

“Shit, I missed you so much, Phil,” Dan said, squeezing Phil against him.

Phil nodded, and the two boys stood there for a minute, hugging quietly.

“If you’re just going to stand there, can you not block the door? A dude’s gotta pee,” Charlie said, appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

Dan jumped and Phil giggled. It was good to be back.

Dan and Phil walked together to their shared class, Music Theory. Halfway there, Phil slipped his hand into Dan’s. Dan fought the urge to pull away.

It’s fine, it’s fine, you’re out, Dan thought. This is normal.

In the corridor behind them, someone wolf whistled while someone else called out, “Techie traitor!” Dan felt his face heat up.

“If you want to stop holding hands, I’ll be alright,” Phil whispered to Dan.

Dan thought about replying, but decided to do something he’d normally never do.

New Dan, new Dan. He stopped in the middle of the hallway to kiss Phil. The whistles grew louder. Phil flipped them off, smiling into the kiss.

#as always i appreciate feedback!!#pls pls lmk what u think of this #my fics #fic #phan #phanfiction #phanfic #fluff

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winkinglester · 8 years ago

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Ride of My Life

summary: 'we sat next to each other on a roller coaster and ended up accidentally ditching our friends oops' au

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing. also roller coasters??

a/n: im a slut for au’s so. here. also, feedback is always appreciated!!

Phil’s legs were beginning to ache. It wasn’t his fault he got winded easily; it was just that his friends all hadn’t quit sports and they could handle flight after flight of stairs.

The nearby amusement park was having a half-off day where tickets were ridiculously cheap, so apparently, all of London wanted to spend their day there. Even though it was a hell of a bargain, Phil couldn’t understand why so many people wanted to spend their afternoons in high heat, waiting for a thirty-second ride, just so they could slowly get nauseous. He wasn’t even sure why he had joined his friends today, anyways.

So, that brought Phil to where he was, climbing endless stairs to the top of whatever roller coaster they were riding next. Supposedly, this one made people go unconscious. Great.

“Phil, dude, have you ever ridden this?” Phil’s friend PJ asked. “It’s mental. It goes so fast you forget who you are.” All of Phil’s friends nodded in agreement.

Phil shrugged. “I’ve never ridden this one in particular, but I can imagine.” He wasn’t trying to sound so bitter, but his legs hurt, he wasn’t enjoying himself, and fuck it was hot today. What else could he expect from July?

“You’re totally not ready for this, man,” another one of his friends said, lightly punching his arm. “It’s gonna blow your socks off.”

Phil frowned and looked down at his socks. One blue sock with popsicles and one light green sock with sharks. “I like these socks, I don’t wanna lose them.”

PJ rolled his eyes and laughed. “Come on, the line’s moving.”

The group of boys slowly made their way up the line until they were next. Phil was annoyed to see that the roller coaster sat five people across. Their group had six.

“Shit, who’s alone?”

“We could do four and two, or three and three- “

“Maybe we can- “

“I’ll just ride alone, I really don’t care,” Phil muttered, stepping over to the ‘Single Riders’ sign.

“Are you sure? We can probably figure something out,” PJ said, looking around.

Phil put his hands on PJ’s shoulders and half-smiled. “I don’t mind, Peej, really.”

PJ raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Suit yourself, man.”

It was their turn next, so Phil climbed into the roller coaster. Somehow, he ended up in the front row. He was buckling his seatbelt when someone slid in next to him. Phil looked over nonchalantly. The boy that had just sat down next to him was, surprisingly, as tall as him, which was different. He had brown hair that was starting to curl at the edges, and deep caramel eyes to match. Freckles were peppered across his face, making little constellations here and there. He folded his legs awkwardly under the seat, trying to get comfortable.

“It helps to put your knees like this,” Phil found himself saying to the boy, adjusting his legs so the boy could see.

The boy wiggled into place and smiled at Phil. “Thanks,” he said, a grin that was way too big for his face settling in. Phil immediately wanted to get to know the boy for some reason.

“Uh, you like riding?” Phil asked. “Wait! Oh my god! I meant riding roller coasters!” Phil clapped his hand over his mouth. Good job, Phil, he thought. Scaring people away has always been a skill of yours.

The boy laughed, throwing his head back and almost hitting the roller coaster seat. “I-jesus-yeah. I love roller coasters,” he wheezed. Tears were starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

Phil found himself laughing too, and soon the two boys were sat next to each other, cackling and drawing attention from everyone around them. This was the most fun Phil had had all day.

The boys talked for another minute, exchanging names and other basic information until the roller coaster began to move. Phil smiled despite himself; he had gotten so lost in conversation with Dan that he had forgotten the ride was about to start.

“Welcome to the Superman,” a deep voice announced. The roller coaster jerked forwards, creaking slightly. Phil felt uneasy, but excited. He looked over at Dan, who was laughing and kicking his feet like a child. Phil smiled.

“…and please keep all loose objects secured. Have a nice ride!” The safety speech finished and the roller coaster began to slowly lurch up the first big drop. Phil felt his stomach flip over once, then twice.

“I hope we don’t die!” Dan said, kicking Phil’s foot lightly. His hands were tight around the protective bar.

“I hope so too,” Phil said, staring at Dan for just a second too long. With that, the ride reached the top of the hill and took off.

“Look at your face!” PJ laughed, pulling Phil next to him to view the post-ride pictures. The ride had just ended and holy shit that was fun. Phil couldn’t believe that he had actually enjoyed it.

“Yeah, that’s quite attractive,” Phil muttered distractedly, looking around for Dan. Phil had an ugly scream face, he knew that, but he was more interested in finding his new friend. When he spotted the brunette talking to a pretty blonde, he ignored the pang in his stomach and strolled over.

“Hey, Dan, we were going to ride the Tantrum next, did you want to join us?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow. The blonde turned to her friends.

Dan glanced back at the group he was standing with and rolled his eyes. “Yes, please. My friends are great but I would love to ride with someone else.” He lowered his voice. “Steph here grips my arm as if she’s trying not to fall out.” He rolled up his sleeve to show Phil four half-moon shaped dents in his arm. “The acrylic nails are killing me.”

“More like they’re acr-killing you,” Phil joked putting up finger guns. Dan groaned.

“Never mind, I’m not riding anything else with you, that pun was terrible,” he said, hiding his laughter.

Phil nudged his shoulder and led Dan back to his friends. “Everyone, this is Dan.”

Dan and Phil exited another ride together, laughing and clutching their stomachs. This was their third- or was it their fourth?- time riding Revenge! and Phil never wanted to stop. Except maybe he did, since he was beginning to feel warnings in his stomach.

Dan was finishing some story about secondary school and cry-laughing. “And when he showed up, the entire class was wearing Shrek masks. I’ve never heard a grown man scream louder.”

Phil snorted. He was beginning to like Dan a lot. He looked over at the boy, who was still laughing. His hair had finally given up, loose curls falling down his face. His skin was flushed from having been upside down so many times, but it just drew more attention to the boy’s tan.

Dan glanced at Phil and caught him staring, which sent Phil looking in the opposite direction, blushing. The two boys sat down on a nearby bench. Phil could smell funnel cake nearby, and he could hear distant screams of happiness.

“Ah, shit,” Dan sighed.

“What?” Phil asked.

“We both totally ditched our friends, didn’t we?” Dan looked at Phil, eyes twinkling.

“I think we did,” Phil answered, leaning back on the bench. He pulled out his phone to send his group a brief “I’m not dead, don’t worry about me” text and Dan did the same. When Phil set his phone back down, his and Dan’s hands brushed. Cue more blushing.

Relax, Phil, you don’t have a crush on someone you literally met four hours ago, Phil told himself. Even if you spent the whole day with them, can’t stop staring at them, and would gladly make out with them.

“So, who are you? What are you into, besides emo music and stupid memes?” Phil asked.

“I like reading, and writing, and listening to music, and video games.” Dan smiled at Phil. “Any nerdy shit, I’m into it.”

“Me too. Do you like school?” Phil asked, cursing himself for sounding like his mother.

“Hell no,” Dan replied. “Tell me about yourself, Phillip. Favorite color? Three items you’d take to an abandoned island? Got a girlfriend?”

Phil thought for a moment. “Blue or green, probably some cereal, my phone and earbuds, and nope.”

Dan tilted his head. “Why no girlfriend? You’re cute.”

Phil ignored the last comment and looked down. “I like boys, so…”

Dan’s eyes lit up. “Me too!”

Phil felt relief flood through him, for some reason. “Yeah? What’s your type, then?”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Cute boys who spend entire afternoons with me after we just met,” he said.

Phil bit his lower lip, trying to decide between sprinting away at 90 miles per hour and kissing Dan senseless.

He decided on the latter.

Dan’s lips met Phil’s as soon as Phil started leaning towards him. Dan kissed with little pecks, and Phil could feel his smile through his lips. He could only hear Dan’s breath and his own heartbeat as they kissed, keeping track of however long they spent with their lips attached. Dan smelled like coffee and mint, the scent surrounding Phil. His lips were chapped, compared to Phil’s smooth ones, but Phil didn’t really mind since he had sort of wanted to kiss Dan ever since he showed him how to deal with long ass legs. Phil felt Dan’s nose brush against his cheek, and heard Dan laugh nervously. Phil simply responded by putting his hand on Dan’s cheek and deepening the kiss. Dan opened his mouth, allowing Phil’s tongue to slip in smoothly. Dan leaned into Phil some more, kissing as if he would die tomorrow.

After what seemed like hours, the boys finally pulled apart sheepishly. Phil heard hoots in the distance and turned around to see not only his friends, but Dan’s too, cheering them on.

Dan gave them the finger.

“Come on, lover boy!” PJ yelled. “Your ride’s leaving!”

“I guess I’ll see you around?” Phil suggested, turning back to Dan. Dan grabbed Phil’s phone and quickly tapped in his number.

“If you’re lucky,” he said with a wink.

Phil smiled at Dan for the billionth time that day.

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