*Third Person POV*

Dan and Phil sat awkwardly together on the sofa. Phil was still crying, and Dan was still trying not to. Who can blame Phil, really? His best friend had just died, and the guilt was eating away at him. No matter how much everyone told him it wasn't, he still felt like it was his fault. He was driving the car, wasn't he?
'Come on, Phil. Just, stop crying. Crying isn't going to bring Chris back, is it?' Dan used his most soothing voice, and it seemed to work. Phil reached up to wipe his tears away, and Dan moved a bit closer.
'That's it, well done' He smiled, his one dimple prominent on his tan skin. He turned his face for a second, and locked eyes with Phil. Oh, those eyes. Dan missed him, that was no lie, and just this scene made him want Phil even more. He began to lean in, and Phil was doing the same. Their lips collided in a mix of emotions. But then Phil pushed Dan away.
'No! I came to you to try and get back together, and you punched me in the face! You can't just kiss me and everything's better! I love you, Dan. But to you, I'm just a ragdoll. I'm a human being, just like you. The only difference being that I actually haveemotions!' Phil stood up and went upstairs. Dan jumped as he heard the bedroom door slam. This time, he wasn't afraid to let his emotions out. Tears dripped down his cheeks. He did love Phil. He slumped back, sighing as he went. The front door opens.
'Lexi? Is that you?' Dan shouts. She and her friend walk into the living room. Her friend looks immensely awkward.
'Dan, Cherry, Cherry, Dan' Dan smiles.
'Hi Cherry!' She gives him a little awkward wave and runs towards the stairs.
'Whats up with her?'
'I told her about the last few months. But it just so happens that she reads your books. What are the odds, eh? Anyway, I'm going upstairs. You probably don't want me here with you' She walks towards the stairs, but Dan jumps up and grabs her arm.
'Alexa, listen. It's not that I don't want you, believe me, I do! It's just that...well, the Social Worker won't let you be brought up by a single parent, when you have a house with two parents that love you' She scoffs.
'They don't love me. Isn't that why you adopted me in the first place? Because /they/ didn't want me?' Dan sighs.
'They want you now. Anyway, where have you been?'
'With...Leigh-Anne. She feels really guilty, because she thinks it's her fault that you and da- Phil broke up' The front door opens again, and into the living room comes Alex and Carrie with their arms round a crying PJ.
'Just in time, apparently' Dan says, acknowledging the full pill bottle that PJ is holding. He drops it, his hands shaking. He's in a worse state than Phil was, his nose running and his eyes streaming rivers. Alex and Carrie lead him to the sofa, where he just flops down and starts sobbing.
'Okay, now why is PJ crying? Can someone explain?' PJ looks up at the mention of his name.
'No-nobo-nobody to-told you?' He asks between sobs. Alexa shakes her head.
'Remember Chris? He- uh. He died' Dan says quietly, but PJ still hears, and he wails.
'Wh-what?' She feels her body start to turn to jelly. Chris Kendall, the man who made Lexi laugh more than anyone. The man who looked after her when Dan and Phil were out. The man who took her to the zoo and bought her the biggest sherbet stick ever. Tears begin to roll down her face and she runs up into her bedroom.

*Dan POV*

10 minutes later, there is a knock at the door. I get up to open it, and in the doorway stands a tall girl with dark hair.
'Leigh-Anne? What are you doing here?' I remember her from a few months before. It's all I can do not to slam the door in her face. I mean, she did practically ruin my life, even if she does feel guilty.
'I know you probably hate me, and you never want me to speak to you again, and I understand. Of course I do, but it took a lot of courage for me to come here, and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to let me speak to you and Phil?' I consider it for a second, before moving my body to let her in.
'Could you go into the kitchen? I'll get Phil' She does as I say and I shout up for Phil to come down. The bedroom door opens and he comes down, his face red, his eyes puffy from crying.
'What?' he says, like a stroppy teenager.
'Come with me' He follows me into the kitchen, but as soon as he sees Leigh-Anne, his fists clench and he turns back around.
'No, Phil. She wants to speak to us, just listen, please' He turns around, but doesn't walk any closer to her.
'Okay, so talk' she takes a deep breath.
'Okay, so I am fully aware of the damage I caused to Alexa. I wasn't until today, when I bumped into her. She explained everything, except how you two broke up. Now, I don't know if that's because she doesn't know, or because she didn't want to, but I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I didn't mean to cause any harm at all, let alone break you guys up. I was pressured, I've never hated Alexa. That's why I phoned the hospital, and why I told you when she got beaten up. But Zoe and Paige found out, and now I'm where Alexa was months ago. If I could turn back time, I would. If I could have stopped Zoe and Paige, I would have. Now I know it's too late, and the damage has been done, but I don't want the guilt hanging on my shoulders without a proper apology. So now that I have apologized, you can hate me all you like' Her eyes well up, but she wipes it away. I feel a lump in my throat, so I swallow it away. Phil takes a step closer to Leigh-Anne and puts his hand on her shoulder.
'Thank you, Leigh-Anne' He says, smiling at her. I do the same. Phil turns to me and I turn to him, and we lock eyes again. Our lips collide again, only this time, he doesn't pull away. Leigh-Anne slides silently out of the kitchen, and my arms wrap around Phils waist. But he pulls away again.
'No, Dan. I said no' He whispers, and runs out of the kitchen. So close.

WILL THEY? WON'T THEY? OOOOOOOH!

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