Two years later and not much had changed. Everyday was basically the same as it had been for the past 730 days. Everything was still basically the same. Except for one thing: Phil and Hazel were now engaged. It hurt Dan more than he thought he could ever be hurt. He tried not to leave his room, he barely talked to either of them, and his social medias had become his one source of entertainment (even more so than before).

Phil tried to talk to him, he really did, but Dan never let their conversation go on for too long. He didn't know what to do. Dan had figured that his 'crush' would go away eventually, but it never did. Every time he looked at Phil he felt the same way he did that first day at the train station. Like that giddy 18 year old kid he was so many years ago. He acted like he wanted nothing to do with Hazel and Phil, but in reality it just hurt less to stay away.

It hurt Phil to see Dan like this also. He just wanted his best friend back, he wanted that giddy 18 year old kid back. The kid who stalked him obsessively and did anything and everything to meet him. It hurt him to see Dan being so reclusive. So distant from him. That hadn't happened in years. Especially with his wedding so soon. He always imagined that Dan would be right there with him whenever he got married. Beside him every step of his way. Beside him as his best man. And he figured he'd do the same whenever Dan got married.

If Phil was being honest, he did't even really want to marry Hazel. It was just want everybody else wanted; Everybody but Dan. They rarely saw Dan these days, but when they did he would run at even the slightest mention of the wedding.

"Dan," Phil said one night, knocking on his bedroom door, "Can we talk?"

There was no reply.

"Dan, please I just want to talk," Phil plead.

Once again, there was no reply.

"Dan," Phil said, trying to open the door only to find it locked, "We can't keep living this way." Whenever Dan didn't reply again, Phil did the opposite of what he had wanted to do; He took his key and he opened the door. He opened it to find Dan laying across his bed, staring at the ceiling, "Hey," Phil basically mumbled, going to go and sit on the end of the bed.

Dan just groaned in return.

"What happened to us?" Phil whispered, "This isn't you, this isn't us-"

Dan shot up, "No. This is us now. This wasn't us, but it is now."

"What changed?" Phil begged, "What happened?"

Dan choked up, tears welling up in his eyes, "What the hell do you think happened?"

"Don't blame this on Hazel," Phil said through gritted teeth.

Dan shrugged, laying back down, "Then I guess I can't blame it on anything. Thing's just change, people drift apart."

"I miss you, Dan," Phil mumbled, looking up to meet Dan's eyes, "I miss us. We're Dan and Phil. Not Dan or Phil-"

"We. Were. Dan. And. Phil," Dan said, starting to raise his voice, "That's the past. It's over now. Move on, get over it."

Phil stood up going to the door, "I just wanted you to be my best man, Dan, that's all," He whispered, tears in his eyes as he left.

Their conversation left them both crying on opposite sides of the door.

Two hours later, Dan came out of his room. Hair a mess, bags under his eyes worse than they had been in months, but he came out.

He sat on the opposite end of the couch from Phil, and the two of them sat in silence for what seemed like hours. It was only about two minutes.

"I'll do it," Dan finally whispered, "If you really want me to, I'll do the speeches and the planning and whatever else I have to do."

Phil's face lit up, "Really?" He said, "Do you mean it?"

Dan nodded and was automatically attacked in a massive hug by his best friend, "Thank you so much."

From then on out Dan was still in hell, but it was a little less hell-like. At least he was making Phil happy. Except Phil didn't really seem happy. Not genuinely happy whenever they talked about the wedding. It worried Dan. He knew Phil better than anybody, he cared about Phil more than anybody, but he never knew what to say. He didn't want to upset Phil, so he just let it be. Until the night before the bachelor party.

"Phil," Dan muttered as they watched tv.

"Hm?" Came the reply from the other end.

"Are you sure you want to marry Hazel? You don't seem happy, not actually happy. It's not the same as it used to be, and maybe I've just missed it, but you don't seem like you want this."

Phil's eyes became misty and his lip started to shake. He looked down before shaking his head. He tapped his fingers on his leg and finally he spoke on simple word, "No."

IM BACKKKKKK. Sorry this is short, but I just wanted to come back and introduce this chapter. Yay.