A/N

Hey guys. This is my first Phan fanfiction (phanfiction, if you will). I don't know if I'll continue this or how long it'll go on for if I do... I HAVEN'T THOUGHT THIS THROUGH OKAY I JUST LIKE WRITING GAY FANFICTION ABOUT TWO MEN WHO DON'T KNOW I EXIST.

See you on the other side... (Suspicious)

- A

I heard the party before I saw it. The blaring music could be heard in the safety of the car. It wasn't even good music. It was the kind of music that's almost obligatory for house parties. That's one of the reasons why I didn't want to come in the first place. That and the fact that a small house full to the brim with sweaty teenagers didn't exactly appeal to me. And how could we forget about my anxiety? This was not my idea of fun.

My mum practically pushed me out of the car when we arrived. In fact, she was the one who made me go. She was, as usual, stalking my Facebook page, which I haven't been on since 2013, for any social conventions she could send me to. When she saw the house party Max was having, how could she ignore such a perfect opportunity?

I don't know why she's so desperate to get me friends. I'm quite happy by myself. I prefer being alone with my thoughts. I doubt anyone could cope with what goes on in my head anyway. Sure, the bullies are pretty bad, but I don't let them get to me. I don't think they realise that by spending all their time pestering me and calling me lonely, they are actually keeping me company. How nice of them.

I don't know why I was even invited to this party. It's Max's house. Why would he want me here? He's one of the bullies, by the way. The leader, if you will. Bully is such a pathetic word, I find. It just doesn't do justice to them.

When I was outside the house, I felt my hands start to sweat. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. Boom boom. Boom boom. I wonder what it would sound like if I was attached to one of those heart monitors.

I realised that my mum was still in the car behind me. Maybe I could just ask to go home. I don't belong here.

"Have fun, Phil." She called through the open window, driving into the darkness. Great. There goes my only escape route. Of course, I could always turn and run but I didn't know my way home.

I took a deep breath and decided to head for the open front door, avoiding the cracks between the slabs out of habit. The music grew louder. Weaving my way through the crowd, I somehow managed to find my way to the kitchen. By this time, my breaths had become faster and shallower. I grabbed hold of the counter.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. They all seemed too involved in their own little worlds to even acknowledge my existence.

Well, all except one. I spotted the boy in the corner of my eye, leaning against the wall. He looked equally as thrilled as I did to be here but somehow managed to fit in more. The boy had short, dark brown hair, with a fringe swooping in the opposite direction to mine. He wore a black t-shirt with a bright white circle in the centre and black skinny jeans. I assumed he liked the colour black.

Realising that he had caught me staring, I turned away, embarrassed. However, as soon as I'd looked away, I wanted to look at him again. It was as if I missed looking at him and I did, in a way. I liked looking at him. He was nice to look at. I subtly looked over my shoulder to see him again but, much to my disappointment, he was no longer there.

I grabbed a beer can from the side and tried to find somewhere to sit. I didn't want to dance. It wasn't that I couldn't, in fact I was one of the best dancers in Britain... Okay, I lied. I can't dance to save my life. Not that I would ever find myself in a situation in which I would need to perform the tango in order to survive.

I ended up sat on the stairs.

I watched as the people around me danced and kissed and laughed and did all the things teenagers are supposed to do at parties. As they did all the things I doubt I'd ever do. As they lived.

That's when I saw the boy across the room again. He looked over at me and I could physically feel myself blushing but this time, I didn't look away. Neither did he.

Realising I hadn't opened my beer can yet, I cracked it open in a desperate attempt to look cool in front of the guy with no name. Instead, the can decided to fizz all over me, ruining the whole mood.

He laughed.

The boy began to walk towards where I was sat. I quickly tried to clean up the mess, failing epically. He smiled at me. I took a sip of my beer, trying to act natural, whilst I was internally screaming. His smile was possibly the nicest thing I'd ever seen. It lit up his whole face. As soon as he smiled, the whole room disappeared and it was just me and him and his stupidly nice smile.

Once I had confirmed that he was, in fact, coming over to talk to me, I started to wonder what he was going to say. Maybe he was going to laugh in my face. Maybe he'd just say hey. Maybe he'd -

"10 ton penguin." He said clearly, once he was stood in front of me.

Okay. Wasn't expecting that.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, that's one way to break the ice."

I snorted. So long attempts at impressing him.

He pointed at me, smiling, "Phil, right?"

I almost melted at the way my name rolled off his tongue. Not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded.

"It's a good name." he complimented, "Amazing, in fact. Amazing Phil."

I smiled not quite knowing what to say. I didn't know who this guy was or what he wanted, but he sure knew how to make someone feel special.

"I'm Dan, by the way."

"Dan." I repeated, liking the way it felt to say.

He held his hands up in a rectangle shape and slowly drew them apart as he merely repeated the word "Dan". He seemed to be indicating where his name would fit.

Neither of us said anything but, to my surprise, it didn't feel awkward at all. I just looked at him whilst he looked back at me and we looked at each other and it felt right.

As if the moment couldn't be any more perfect, my favourite song came blasting through the speakers. I take back what I said about the bad music choices but Supremacy by Muse was, without a doubt, the best song they've played all night.

"I love this song!" We both exclaimed in unison.

We then proceeded to stare at each other in amazement until Dan finally asked, "Do you want to dance?"

"I don't dance..."

"Neither do I." he replied, holding out his hand. I used it to pull myself off the stairs and followed him into the lounge.

Soon, we were dancing and singing and laughing along to Muse. Dan started to do the robot whilst I simply waved my arms around. Everyone around us probably thought we were either insane or drunk - maybe a bit of both - but we didn't care. Why should we? We were young and we were having fun and we were living.

Living... So that's what it felt like. I, Phil Lester, was living with Dan. Not physically, of course, but I was alive and he was alive. The night was young and so were we. In that moment, it felt like we were unstoppable, even though we were only dancing.

That's how I ended up spending the remainder of the party with Dan. I learnt so much more about him. I learnt that he could play the piano and that his favourite animal was a llama. I learnt that he loved video games. I learnt that I loved every single attribute he had. He seemed to perfect to be true.

At some point, we ended up going upstairs so we could talk. We were, it seemed, the only two people upstairs. If we weren't, we didn't care. To me, it felt like we were the only humans left on the earth. Just me and Dan, sat cross legged at the top of the stairs. The stairs of a house in a town, in a city, in a country, in the world. None of it mattered. As long as we were together, we were invincible.

The thumping music continued downstairs as we took it in turns to ask each other questions.

"What's your favourite Pokémon?" Dan asked in a cheesy quiz show host voice.

"Growlithe." I replied without hesitation.

He grinned at my response and I opened my mouth to ask my next question. Before I could begin, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The buzz managed to pull me back to reality. We weren't invincible. We were, in fact, just two teenagers sat crossed legged at the top of the stairs. I sighed and pulled out my phone. It was my mum.

My face must have dropped because the next thing I knew, Dan was asking me what was wrong.

"It's my mum..." I began sadly, "She's picking me up soon."

His lips formed into a soft 'o' and I swear, I could have kissed him right there. Tempting...

"Well, Phil, I can safely say that this is the most fun I have ever had." As he reached the last word, I threw myself on top of him in a sort of attack-hug.

I'm not quite sure what possessed me to do it but clearly I didn't think it through. We were now led next to each other, neither of us wanting to move. I was quite happy lying there. I was enjoying hugging Dan.

Dan turned over so he was now facing me. We were close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. It was warm. I could faintly smell alcohol.

It felt right to be so close to Dan. It felt right to breathe the same air as him and to have our bodies pressed so close together that we were almost one. It felt right to lean in closer to him and it felt right to have him lean in closer to me. It felt right that our lips pressed together softly and that I initiated the kiss. His lips felt right on mine just as his hand did on my cheek. My arms felt right, wrapped around his waist. It felt right to be kissing a boy I might actually lo-

Slow down, Phil. You've only just met him.

We pulled away slowly, allowing time for our lips to part. Neither of us said anything. I stared into his deep brown eyes. I'd only just noticed how beautiful they were. I sat up straight and he followed quickly after, flattening his shirt with a grin plastered on his face.

Suddenly, the door to a bedroom opened. A boy and girl stumbled out. She pushed him against the wall and whispered something in his ear before kissing him.

I managed to force myself to look away and back at Dan, but he was too focused on the events taking place in front of us. Looking down at his hand, I debated whether or not to hold it. I decided against it.

The girl giggled and slowly made her way downstairs, tripping occasionally. Dan stood up so I did too, not wanting to feel left out.

The boy - Max - wandered over to Dan, clearly drunk. He pressed his hand on Dan's shoulder. I clenched my fist.

"Dan..." He hiccuped, "Promise you w-won't tell mum about this."

Dan sighed but didn't push Max's arm away, much to my disappointment.

Wait, why would Dan tell Max's mum? About what? Questions raced round my head and I hoped they would be answered soon.

"Tell her what? About the party or the fact that you just had sex with a girl in her room?" Dan asked. There was something about the way he spoke that sounded different.

"Preferably neither." The other boy muttered.

I watched as Dan rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed. I still didn't understand.

"Thanks bro," Max called as he started down the stairs, "I owe you one."

Bro... Brother... Dan and Max were brothers...

At first I didn't understand. Surely they couldn't be brothers. Someone as perfect as Dan couldn't be related to someone as horrible as Max.

But that would explain why Dan was at the party. It would explain how Dan knew my name. Evidently, the brothers had decided to mess with me or something to see if I'd fall for it. I did. Of course I did. Stupid, little, gullible Phil. I should have known it was too good to be true.

Everything suddenly slotted into place. I felt sick. "I've got to go." I whispered almost inaudibly, avoiding eye contact with Dan by staring at the steps.

"Phil? Wait!" Dan shouted but I didn't. I didn't wait. I kept walking. I needed to get out of that house.

Before I knew it, I was standing on the pavement. I waited impatiently for my mum to arrive, checking my phone every two seconds.

Some of the partygoers were now stood outside and their laughter sounded mocking. The music seemed to have doubled in volume. The air around me seemed tighter and I felt trapped my own body. I felt as if I was unable to move, speak or even breathe. My hands started to sweat once again and I felt as if I was about to faint.

Then my mum pulled up and I climbed into the car. The nightmare was over...

Or so I thought.

A/N

So we meet again. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance once more.

What did you guys think of the story? Should I continue it?

- A