I left pete without another word, he was reading the article too.  We were both looking at the picture of Dr Lester and Phil. It was the Phil.  He shouted my name as I rushed off but I didn't even look back.

I made my way to the room, sick to my stomach, my head fuzzy. I stumbled into the place and Phil was now lying on the bed. Staring into space.
"I understand." I spoke, my voice coated in tears, Phil looked at me but said nothing. I made my way a little closer "I know who your dad is. I'm sorry I'm a mutated disease on legs who fucking kissed you Phil! I bet you want your dad to cure me now. I bet you-"
"I'm nothing like my dad" he snapped, his eyes glazing over. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, messing with my fringe.
"huh?" Phil took a deep breath 
"I'm the reason he's gone nuts over some cure that doesn't exist, that isn't needed" he rushed out, not looking me in the eye.
"what are you saying?" I asked.  Trying to take everything in.
"my dad kicked me out after... I told him I was gay and then refused treatment. Well he yelled at me first, yelled a lot" he breathed in and his entire body shook "I was an abomination in his eyes. He hit me but it wasn't enough, I wanted to escape. I came here to isolate myself. It was meant to work Dan!"he looked at me in a panic. I fluffed up my hair in a state of confusion and rubbed at my face. I knew I was the reason it hadn't worked, I had come in here and ruined everything in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to fall for yo-"
"don't" he cut me off and squeezed his eyes shut "Please don't"
"If it makes you feel any better my dad will probably be kicking me out soon" I said with a small smile. Phil opened his eyes
"why?"
"I really don't want to be a lawyer. He'll be crushed." I told him over dramatically,  hoping to cheer him up. I was rewarded by a giggle.
"Going to pursue your dreams as the president?" He asked and his tongue stuck out in the most adorable way as he laughed.
"Might even be a rock star as well. Get the best of both worlds" I winked
"We got the bessstttt of both worlds!" We both sang ridiculous high pitched and burst out laughing. 
"Dannah Montana" Phil laughed even harder. After a long while of puns and laughter, I got up and opened my bed side table drawer. 
"in fact. I might be an illustrator" I said as I picked up the drawing I did in art,  Phils drawing. Phil was watching me curiously "here" he reached out and scanned the picture, he's eyes widening.
"wow you're a good artist!"
"It's a brain map" I blushed "yours" he grinned wide and analysed it. His smile faltered a little as he looked across the out of order buildings. 
"It looks a little messy" he told me, the paper wavering as he shook. I smiled warmly at him. I titled his head up so he looked at me. 
"no. It's under reconstruction" I told him and his smile could've lit up the room. We both looked back down at the page "see that building there" I pointed to the factory with the bulldozer outside and he nodded "it's gonna be built so much better then it ever was before" Phil leaned against me and I put an arm around him.
"Thanks Dan." He whispered into my chest.

An: I might do another update soon :) I love that the phan stuff can now commence!
- rach ♥