A/N: What is this? I have not written in what feels like eons? I know, I know. I know that you're all like, 'Hey, it doesn't matter' but for me when I take forever to start writing I feel like a useless turnip. So that's how I feel right now. Like a turnip.

I have a few excuses for not writing sooner. My main one is called writers block and, oh my chihuahua, is it annoying. I swear. I've tried writing this at several different stages and yet each time I would just trail off into this vortex of horror where I would be transported into another dimension and these huge mushrooms would then rise and try to eat me and-

Okay, okay so that didn't really happen but it was close enough! :O

My next problem was the death of my darling cat, Willow. Which I may start ranting about because it was all due to complications in surgery at the vets and now they're making us pay £171 for her ashes and, and, and as well as the surgery and...

Damn it! I knew that was going to happen!

And finally, I was abducted by aliens.

No, not really. I was at school, doing school stuff, being tortured by the same school stuff and...stuff.

So don't eat me please? I SHALT START WRITING THOU STORY FOR THY ALL.

Dan's POV

Whilst we were laid out on his bed, him sleeping soundly with his knees tucked carefully under his chin, his head placed on my chest and with my arms around him holding him impossibly closer to me, I didn't think at all. Nope. Not one thought.

I just spent my time looking down at the lack of flaws making him the perfection that he is to me. His chest rising and falling slowly to an unheard beat surrounding us both as I silently stared around him.

I would have fallen asleep too, how I could I not as I felt the most comfortable I had ever felt, but I was on a look out for Phil's parents. They couldn't stay out forever and soon enough I heard a car draw up on their gravel making my insides and I freeze. Phil noticed my reaction in his dream state and began to stir unhappily.

A car door slammed shout outside and a heavy crunching sound alerted footsteps outside. Phil nestled himself closer to me and I kissed the top of his head in retaliation.

"Do you have to go?" He asked looking up at me with puppy eyes.

"I don't want to," I replied flatly stroking his hair as we listened to the sound of the front door opening from somewhere below in his huge house.

"Phillip?" A female voice called out" Next to me Phil sighed.

"I better go before I get you into more crap" I told him and he nodded as we both quickly stood up.

Once we were stood up, and all we could hear were footsteps slowly walking up the wooden staircase, I lifted both my arms to hold onto the side of his face and leaned in quickly pulling him into a fast and determined kiss.

He reacted the same as I felt him pull me closer, the kiss saying the goodbyes that I didn't want to say.

"Go!" He whispered against my lips as I held him, our foreheads still touching, eyes closed, and lips inches away.

I nodded and kissed him once more.

I walked over to open the window as his parents stood outside the locked door trying to enter, and turned around, "I'll come as soon as I can" I quietly promised to him as I swung myself out of his window, listening to his parents as they began to frantically knock on the door.

His smile was the last thing I saw as I ducked under the window on the small ledge. The door opened and I took it upon myself to leave swiftly and carefully without being seen.

I managed to drive home without causing any deaths or destruction, which was good enough I suppose. Of course when I got home I was ignored which is what I pretty much expected. It didn't matter that I was out until God knows how long. But once again, I'll just save it for later.

The next morning was a killer for me. But not as killer as remembering that Phil wasn't going to be there at school. But hey, easy enough. I was going to go and make the people pay who did this to Phil.

I decided that without Phil, I just didn't care anymore. So I can be expelled, I can be punished and God knows what but if I can have at least five minutes of a one to one session with Steve then I'll be a happy man and it'll all be worth it.

So my plan was easy enough, I'll get into the school, find the people and beat the shit out of them. I do understand that there are twenty of them and only one of me and this will probably only result in my death but I'll die trying. Figuratively. I hope!

So I start my journey to the school, and the closer I get the more adrenaline pumps around me. Until at one point where I fill like I'm going to blow or at least that I've drunk about 15 separate Mountain Dews.

I suppose that's a useful addition.

When I pull into the car park there's a surprise waiting for me, it's Phil leaning against his car next to where I normally park. This shocks me so much I nearly crash and have to carefully concentrate on making sure that I don't start a huge pedestrian massacre around me. Once I've successfully parked I jump out in seconds and rush over to him.

"Phil, not that I'm not pleased or anything but... what are you doing here?"

He gave me a crooked grin, "Making sure you don't do anything that you regret of course, Dan."

My first reaction was, 'How did he know?' But I covered up my surprise well enough to continue shrugging nonchalantly.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied coolly, a small smile tugging on the end of my lips.

He laughed and gave me a knowing look, "Yeah right, Dan, pull another one"

"You don't trust me?" I raised my eyebrows still unable to keep a straight face.

His tone changed from teasing to serious, "Dan, please promise me you won't do anything you'll regret. We already know what the school are like and I'll be damned if you're expelled too," He folded his arms, he means business.

"I can't promise anything, Phil, I'm sorry,"

"Bullshit, Dan"

"Phil," I replied sounding exasperated, "You don't understand. Are you saying that if our roles were reversed then you would do nothing?"

He took a step forward towards me and gave me a soft, pleading look, "I know what you're saying and I'd be pretty off about the idea too but this time, Dan," He stepped closer once more, "I'm pleading, hell, I'm even begging for you to just ignore them and carry on,"

We just looked at each other; his bright blue eyes shone earnestly whilst I just stared back my thoughts at war with the next ones as I battled out whether or not to actually listen to Phil and use his suggestion or to avenge him in my own way.

I never had a chance to find out.

"Is that the fag? Is the fag back?" A voice called from across the car park.

"Phil, get out of here" I calmly said, not taking my eyes off of him.

"I don't want to" He replied.

I gave him a sad smile, "It wasn't a question so please, for me." I paused and for the first, and hopefully last time, I added deceitfully, "I won't do anything."

"Will you visit me soon? My parents are out tonight. They're looking for a 'solution necessary for me'" He shaped his fingers like speech marks.

By now the jeers were beginning to get louder and harsher.

"You've got to go," I smiled, "But I'll miss you a lot today"

"You barely know me," He scoffed.

I leant in until we were inches away "I know all about you and I'll prove it later," I murmured deeply.

He closed his eyes at my words and pressed his lips against mine in a slow and sensual kiss.

"I'll see you later then," He muttered and without turning around he climbed into his car, oblivious to the jeers and yells he was getting, and drove off leaving me by myself in the heart of the crowd. Not that I minded, of course.

I had a sudden urge to go all Chuck Norris on the people and begin throwing random punches around but instead I calmly took out my iPod and turned up Asking Alexandria to drown out their comments and walked into the school grounds.

I must really love Phil to do so. But then again, they weren't the particular band of people that I wanted.

I feel like I should be wearing the Assassin Creed's outfit and having the Smosh song playing in the background. Not a good idea.

And yet there, they were up there, standing by the lockers. Steve was miming something that looked suspiciously like beating up a guy a few years younger for making a sassy comment on his mum. That guy was beaten pretty badly from what I heard.

Alice was there too, laughing alongside the others. Is it wrong that I admired her in some sense? She certainly knew how to keep her head in the sand.

She was the one who spotted me first and gave me a frantic look clearly telling me to walk back.

Not on my nelly.

"Dan?" She asked, giving me enough space to keep my distance but having their attention too.

"Yeah it's me, sorry Phil couldn't make it," I sent a steely glare to Steve.

"Are you actually still going on about that?" He asked incredulously.

"No, not really but I think it's time we get some things put straight, don't you? "

He sniggered, "You're talking to me about being straight?"

My fists clenched by my sides as he chortled loudly.

This was it. I was going to-

And then the bell went making all my plans diminish into the air.

A/N: Whoa, I think I turned Dan into Sylvester Stallone or Liam Neeson from Taken. Actually I can imagine Phil being like that if someone took his lion. I should stop thinking.

I should also mention my crappy insults on this. I think at some point I'm just going to get people saying things like, 'Hey, you're a… poop-head' or 'Hey, yo mama is a turtle. A… fat turtle at that!'

So I should really shut up AND upload this.

But I don't think I like how it has turned. LET US SEE SHALL WE!?

And yes, do comment! I will award you all with a friendly hobo for each comment!:D