What if it's us? Phan

Part 6

This is low key smut o o p s

*Narrorators POV*

Dan had been living with Phil for about a month,Dan finally agreed to go on a what seemed like a date, but Phil says otherwise,to go to dinner and a movie. He declined, of course, and settled for sushi and a slushie from Seven Eleven.

Phil had just bought a couple of grams of weed from his usual dealer and was hyped to get high again after about a month of not having the money to buy anything besides maybe lunch instead of cafeteria food once a week.

Once he heard a knock on the front door he let Dan in and led him down to his room and flopped on one of the bean bag chairs in front of the shitty, gigantic box he called a T.V.

"Do you mind if I smoke?' he asked suddenly.

He was itching for a taste of what he'd missed so dearly, it kept him calm and it was honestly the reason he was so laid back most of the time. It calmed his anxiety and maybe if Dan took a hit or two he would relax just as much.

Or at least he hoped so.

Dan shrugged.

"Yeah, that's... fine"

he didn't really know how he felt about drugs, honestly, he just knew he literally couldn't not afford to become addicted to anything, so he avoided anything and everything that could potentially be a threat to his future or possible scholarships like the plague.

He really didn't give a shit if Phil wanted to smoke, that was his life, his money, not Dan's choice.

He slowly sat down on a beanbag, stiff and uncomfortable

He'd probably relax eventually.

"Sooooo.... how has uh... life and stuff been since I went back to my house?" He asked awkwardly, just trying to converse.

Phil nodded and pulled out the small baggie of weed and swiftly doing the thing so he had a blunt in hand.

He lit it and took a deep inhale, enjoying the slight burn as the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled through his nose, a dopey smile on his face as he looked at Dan. "life is good! Missed you, man, how are you?" after a few beats of Dan talking or- probably stuttering his way through a sentence he asked "wanna take a hit, bro?" he asked as he held the blunt out to him. "I don't mind sharing."

He had enough left for one more blunt after this one, maybe two if he didn't use too much. "It won't hurt, i promise."

 "Oh-no, no I couldn't- I have uh... less than great lungs- it's- it's really uh.. no thanks" he declined awkwardly, holding his hands up as if the blunt was a loaded weapon.

What a poor loser.

"I don't really smoke- sorry"

he felt bad- he didn't like letting people down and he worried that he was disappointing Phil but y'know- he really didn't want to embarrass himself by getting high in front of this kid and possibly saying something really embarrassing.

I mean, he probably forgot to think about second hand smoke, though, whoops.

Between the two, Phil was chill af and Dan was a fucking car wreck.

"Okay, I can understand that, it's okay." He smiled softly, pulling the Thing away from him and taking another hit.

"If it's not for you, it's not for you, I'll try not to blow smoke in your direction." He offered.

"Thanks" he let out a sigh of relief and felt himself slowly start to relax as he took deep breaths, like his therapist had told him to.

He continued to puff and tell Jokes to the man as he giggled.

"What if.... what if Trump was gay?" He asked.

He pondered the question for a second and laughed quietly, and held up a hand to hide his smile. He had been told by someone in grade school that whenever he laughed, his mouth did a weird thing and showed too much teeth, so, as a result of the mild bullying, he always had to do his best to hide himself whenever he found something funny.

"Who says he isn't just an in the closet self hating gay?" He snickered.
 "If he's gay who's dick would he suck, yours or mine?" He asked

Save him he's high and scaring Dan