Phanfiction - Part 5 c:The gym doors flew open, dim light pouring in. Two large figures stood within the outlines of the door. They seemed to be holding weapons, I couldn't tell what they were, but they looked violent. I could feel Phil pull me off the mat behind it. Before I could speak he cupped his hand around my mouth mumbling something under his breath. "I don't think he's in here, let's try the cafeteria." The dim light slowly faded as the doors closed.More Like This
I rip Phil's hand from my mouth, 'Who the hell was that and the hell is he?'
Phil looked as though he was contemplating what he should say, so obviously he has answers. 'Dan, I think it was Jason.'
'Who the hell is Jason?'
'Phil, why is he here?'
'I told you he wouldn't leave me alone, do you believe me now?' Oh crap. 'We need to get out of here,'
'You never mentioned he was in a gang or something!' I whispered harshly into his ear.
Phil grabbed my upper arm and dragged me into the locker rooms. It smelt like sweat and bacon. 'Over
Phanfiction - Part 4 c:Phil has been on the phone who the anonymous person for around ten minutes now, I pace around the corridor trying to collect my thoughts. Did Phil just try to kiss me? Did I just try to kiss Phil?! No, no, no, you're straight Dan. I'm sure Phil is too, it was an honest miss understanding, maybe Phil was just... Feeling my rip cage? Maybe that's a fetish of his or something. What are you saying Dan? This is ridiculous, just talk to Phil. Phil's voice broke my thoughts; he seemed to be getting angry with the person. 'Look, I told you it'd done, over, no more chances OK. Stop calling and leave me alone!' He shoved his phone back into his pocket looking livid, I wonder who that could have been.More Like This
'Phil, who was that-'
'My ex,' He snapped. 'They won't leave me alone.'
'I could talk to them-'
'He won't listen-!' He stopped, shocked at what he had just spat out.
'It's nothing,' He walked passed me so fast it knocked me off my feet a bit.
'Phil, you're... gay?'
'I'm not gay!' He pleaded
Phanfiction - Part 3 c:'W-what are you talking about Dan? We're locked in here, remember? There's nothing we can do but sit around.'More Like This
'Oh, really?' I say with a humorous tone of voice, I drop to my knees in front of Phil.
'Dan, wha-' He looked down at me in pure disgust.
'Calm down. I'm just picking the lock.'
'Wait if you can just pick the lock then why were you freaking out?'
'Well, first of all I forgot-' Phil snorted, I gave him a weak glare. 'Second of all, they chain up the doors on the weekends. I only have a bobby pin and pocket knife, I can't pick those locks with just that, Phil.
'And the food?' He looked pretty smug at this point.
'They throw out anything that wasn't eaten at lunch. I don't suppose you know how to cook, so..' I trailed off, took my gaze off Phil's face and returned to unlocking the door.
'Done!' With a loud click the door swung open and we were free into the cool, stone corridors. Phil squinted and began to examine the hallway as though he'd never been in this school before. 'What