dan stepped a little closer. "maybe i will."

this boy was clearly challenging him, and dan didn't like being challenged. it pissed him off. maybe phil liked pissing him off though; he seemed amused enough.

his eyebrows arched, a permanent seeming smirk plastered on his features. "you're not doing anything," he teased, his voice coming out almost sing-song. anger boiled under dan's skin. "you're the kind of person who's all talk," he added, looking almost bored. dan knew he was just trying to get under his skin, but it was working.

dan huffed, his jaw tightening, grinding his teeth. he swore his face was completely red at this point, he hated how this affected him. how fragile was he?

the thing was, he usually couldn't feel anything. he would get peeved, but mostly just if someone was bothering him or pushing his boundaries. but he wouldn't get this mad, just because some asshole he didn't even know called him typical. this boy had a way to get to him, and it was a little bit baffling to dan.

dan racked his brain, keeping eye contact with him. his eyes were cool and so blue, but dan could see other colors swirling amid the intense shade. he had the kind of eyes that could make you do anything he asked.

anything he asked...

that was it, phil wanted dan to prove himself. he was making fun of him, challenging him, but someone typical would fall for the bait. dan wasn't going to.

his face calmed, the creases of anger etched into his skin smoothing out, and he smiled as best he could while still being this upset.

"no."

phil raised his eyebrow just enough for dan to notice. they were close, dan realized; if he leaned in enough he could bite phil's lip ring. dan was surprised and a little horrified by how much he wanted to now that the thought had emerged.

"hmm...?"

"no," dan repeated, stepping back despite the craving. phil watched him with those intense eyes. "i'm leaving."

phil was quiet for a second, and dan swore he saw a slightly crooked grin melt onto his lips. he looked almost evil like that, dan shivered.

he turned around to walk away, taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. he was a little annoyed that phil had interrupted him; he had really been in the mood to die, but now he didn't really care. the moment was gone, the motivation lost.

besides, he didn't want to go to the hospital again, if what phil had said was true and the fall wouldn't have killed him.

finally dan couldn't stand it and he whirled around, running back to him. the anger beneath his skin had boiled over, he couldn't stand the thought of walking away without having a tantrum.

he grabbed the cigarette from between phil's lips. phil didn't even flinch.

dan threw it over the side of the bridge as hard as he could manage. "SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOU, ASSHOLE," he shouted as loud as he could, before storming off again, for good this time.