It's Not Called Starving (Phan)

chapter 3

the next day was basically like every other day. Phil making fun of me but that was all an act until the bus ride home. I was in my last class when the teacher stopped me and some people that went on the same bus as me. "so the bus routes have changed and now some of you go on a different bus now. dan, you're on bus 666. I know, unfortunate number but don't worry you'll still get home safely." I left after she said that. I went out to the back parking lot and I saw Phil. he wrapped his arm around me. "ph-phil. wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered. "I'm going to bus 666 with you." he said acting chill. he gave a head nod to one of his friends as he still had his arm draped over my shoulder. he slid his arm off of me and walked next to me. as we got to the bus I stopped. it looked like a fucking Satan bus. but what more could I expect? the bus was black and had red spray paint on it. Phil grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the bus. "come on."

when we got on the bus there was only 2 other people and they were in the front. I'm guessing they were dating because they were having a hardcore make out session and it looked like they were about to eat each others faces off. I couldn't help but stare. "heh...wanna do something like that?" Phil said winking and lightly shoving into me. "uhm....no I'm good. it just looked weird...." I said as we continued to walk to the very back of the bus. once we got to the very back I sat down by the window and stared out the window waiting for the bus to start.

no one else came on the bus and we soon started to leave. we went the opposite way of where our stop is. "uhm Phil? why are we going farther away from our stop?" I asked. "I don't know. gives us more time to be together tho." he said as he winked at me.

Phil slowly reached his hand over to my leg. putting his hand on my zipper I looked up at him. he yanked the zipper down and unbuttoned my pants. he pulled my jeans down a little. I was blushing so much but I didn't stop him. he stopped. he looked up at me. I looked down at my bare thighs. "dan....why did you do this?" he asked. "I'm depressed. okay? its why I don't eat. I hate myself." I expected Phil to say something. to scold me. but he just hugged me instead.

I button up my pants along with zipping them back up. Phil watches. "heh so I guess that ideas out" he teased. I chuckled. Phil looked at me as we made eye contact. I looked down at his lips and he looked down at mine. then, the bus stopped. fuck. I thought to my self. "dan, its our stop. we have to get off" Phil said quietly. "I wish we didn't have to" I mumbled. he just smiled.