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.

  "Are you serious right now?" Phil whisper-yelled down at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

  "Sorry if I woke you up." Dan said. "I needed to talk to you."

  "You could have called or something."

  "Would you really have answered if I did?"

  Phil didn't say anything to that, and Dan was slightly proud that he had managed to make him speechless for once.

  "You've been completely avoiding me for the past few days, and I understand why, I do. But it's been long enough, I'm sure, and we really need to talk." Dan said. He saw Phil shake his slightly and sigh. He was too far away to really see, but he seemed so tired.

  "I'll let you in through the front." Phil said quietly. "Try and be quiet. It is really late, you know."

  "I know, I'm sorry."

  Phil smiled a bit, and then he was gone. Not too long after, the front door was opened, and Phil was grabbing Dan's arm and pulling him into the dark living room. They made their way up the stairs, and Phil shut the door when they had made it to his room.

  "You're a mad man, you know that?" Phil said quietly. Dan noticed that he was in only a T-shirt and boxers, and his hair was a mess, probably from sleeping. His skin seemed paler than usual, and there were marks under his eyes, not too dark but still noticable. He was kind of  mess, and it strangely made Dan feel guilty.

  "I know, but these last few days have been so fucking messed up for me. I don't know about you, but I know that we need to talk, about everything. And I had no idea when the next time I was gonna see you was, so I just came here."

  "But you could have come, I don't know, at a reasonable hour. Dan, it's the middle of the night." Phil sighed, rubbing his hands across his face. "And I haven't got anything to talk about." He whispered.

  "Well I do." Dan said firmly. "Why did you tell me you loved me? And then you just ran off, and left me with that for a week. You have no idea what I have been going through; I'm so confused. It's like, one minute, you're all over me, telling me....all kinds of things. And then you go and pull away when it starts getting serious." Dan an his fingers through his hair. He was getting a bit worked up, as all the frustration and worry rushed through him all at once. "You just showed up one day, dived into my life, and changed it, changed me. And I hated you for it, so much."

  "I'm sorry, Dan, I just-"

  "No, you shut up and listen to me for once." Dan interrupted. "I get so sick and tired of your bullshit sometimes, Phil. And it's so stupid, because I like that bullshit at the same time. I have no idea what to do with myself, with all these feelings, and I just want to punch something, preferably you. You get me so worked up, all the time, with all your touching, and the kissing, and goddammit, I get this weird twisting feeling in my stomach every time you fucking speak. It irritates me, to no end, that you could do these things to me, without any effort. And I have no idea what it is, what's happening to me."

  "I don't-"

  "I said shut up." Dan said, and he was so mad right now, and it wasn't because of Phil, he was mad at himself. He was standing closer to him now, glaring at him with every ounce of irritation and anger he could muster. "You probably have no idea how much it tears me up inside. You're so fucking oblivious sometimes. But I don't hate you, not even right now, and I probably never will. Don't you see? It's all contradicting, because I don't know how to feel, and sometimes I just want to kick you so fucing hard, and sometimes, I just.....I just want to kiss you so badly."

  Dan stopped talking, and he was breathing fast from all the talking he had done, and him and Phil were so close to each other now, they were almost touching noses. Phil didn't say anything, he just stared at Dan, and Dan had no idea what was going on in his head.

  Dan hadn't really meant to say all that, and he hadn't meant to be that harsh to Phil either, but his emotions just took control, and he let it all out.

  "Then why don't you?" Phil asked, so softly that Dan barely heard him, even with how close he was standing.

  "What?"

  "Why don't you kiss me?"

  Dan stared at him like he was crazy, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking of it, kissing Phil. And he threw his arms around Phil's neck, pulling him so that they were touching from chest to foot, and crashed their lips together.

  He couldn't help but moan as they kissed, because he had actually been dreaming of it for a while now, and it felt so damn good. Phil's lips were so warm and soft against his, just as they'd always been. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan's waist, so tightly, and Dan wound his finges into his hair.

  There was no passion, or love, in the way their mouths moved against each others. There was only need and lust, it was almost angry. Their tongues were everywhere, and teeth clashed together. But damn if Dan didn't enjoy every bit of it. Phil pushed him  back, until he was pressed up against the wall, and they never broke apart. Phil's fingers were digging into Dan's hips, pulling them against his own, and they both groaned at the contact. It was hot and fast, and they were both breathing so hard as they struggled to breathe, but they continued on, just for the sake of feeling each other.

  Dan was lost in the feeling, he couldn't think straight at all, and he didn't once pause as Phil pushed his fingers under his shirt, running his hands across Dan's stomach and chest. He let out an embarrissingly high whimper as Phil ran his fingers across his nipples, and Dan shamefully arched into his touch.

  Phil pulled away all of a sudden, backing away slightly as he panted for air. His blue eyes were shining, and his lips were swollen. Dan was sure that he was in the same state, and he blushed as he realized exactly what had just happened. They just stared at each other, for the longest time, and they were still close, Phil holding his body against Dan's and pressing him into the wall.

  "I've been wanting to do that again for the longest time." Phil breathed, laughing slightly and reaching up to hold both sides of Dan's neck. Dan smiled at him, leaning into his touch.

  "You never answered my question, though." Dan said, turning serious suddenly.

  "What question?"

  "Why did you say you loved me? And then ran off?"

  Phil looked away slightly, then shook his head and smiled at Dan again. He leaned down and kissed Dan again, shortly but firmly, before pulling away again.

  "I said it because its true. And I ran because....I don't know why I ran, okay? But trust me, I won't do it again."

  "Again?" Dan asked, raising an eyebow at him. Phil chuckled.

  "Oh I plan on saying it so many times again." He kissed both of Dan's cheeks, his nose, and finally pressed his lips against Dan's lingeringly. "I love you." He whispered.

  Dan blushed slightly, turning away to look at th wall, but he was still smiling.

  "I know." He said.

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  a/n: Nothing really important to say, just hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Peace :3