Phan Oneshots

Nine: Thanksgiving

Adrian is thankful for everyone accepting him online. Something I can definitely understand.

Then it's my turn.

"What am I thankful for? Well, there's so much to be thankful for. But, above all else, I'm thankful for my best friend and roommate, Phil Lester." I turn to Phil and smile. I try to convey through my smile that I'm thankful for my boyfriend as well and he got the message. He smiles back warmly.

"You stole mine Dan because I was gonna say I'm thankful for you as well." We just grin at each other. I try not to think about kissing him and just admire his gorgeous face. My dad groans next to me.

"Enough ogling each other and let's eat already!" His glare is piercing. I blush and look away from Phil and we begin passing out food.

Once all the food is passed out, we begin eating. And of course, we begin awkward conversations as well.

"So guys, how'd the show go?" Adrian asks, referring to Interactive Introverts.

"Great! It was so nice to meet the fans and everyone was so nice." Phil jumps in. I nod in agreement.

"Yeah and everyone seems really excited for the DVD release." I add. Adrian nods before continuing picking at his turkey.

"I've seen some of your photos Adrian. You've got a real knack for photography!" Phil says. Adrian's grin grows twice as wide. He thanks Phil before again eating more food.

A half hour of eating and banter later, my dad asks the ultimate awkward question.

"So Dan, have you found yourself a girlfriend yet." I tense up slightly at this but I chuckle nervously to make it less noticeable.

"No, not yet." I say, completely on edge.

"Oh why not? Haven't found anyone you fancy yet?" He continues. I barely think as the next words leave my lips.

"Girls aren't really my type to be honest." All the blood drains from my face as I realize what I just said. I look up to see that my dad is equally horrified.

"...You're a faggot?" He asks. I don't answer and just continue to poke at my mashed potatoes. My dad slams his hands down on the table. "ANSWER ME DAMMIT." At that I stand up and meet his hateful gaze.

"Yes Dad!!! I like guys. I have a boyfriend!! And he happens to be the most loving and caring person on the planet!!! So what if I like guys?? It doesn't mean I'm any less human than you!!!" I yell. My dad's gaze drops to the table.

"Get. Out." He says, his voice shows no signs of kidding.

"Why? Why do you have a problem with who I choose to love?? It doesn't even affect you!!" My mom stands up and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Dan we just want what's best for you-" I swat her hand away and cut her off.

"This is what you think is best for me?? No this is ridiculous. I refuse to be unhappy just to be accepted by people who clearly don't love me. I'm leaving. Don't expect me to come back."

"Good!! Don't come back!!! I don't want any fucking faggotry in my house. You're a freak!! I don't even know how you're even my son you fucking pansy. Go away and never come back!!" My dad screams behind me as I grab Phil and drag him out the door.

I drag Phil all the way to the car. I climb in the passenger side and slam the door. Phil gets in the driver's seat and looks at me.

"Dan? You ok?" And I break down. Phil gathers my broken form in his arms and I sob violently into his shoulder. He rubs soothing circles on my back. "Shhh babe. It's ok. You're ok." I shake my head.

"N-no Phil I-I ruined it. I d-did this." My voice is shaky from crying.

"No! Baby no. It's not your fault. They're the ones who have a problem not you. You were just being honest babe. They can't blame you for being you."

"I'm s-sorry Phil. I m-messed everything u-up. I'm such a f-fuck up." I sob harder.

"Dan," Phil grabs my cheeks gently but firmly. I rest my hands on his forearms. "You are NOT a fuck up. You are my perfect baby boy. You have done nothing wrong. I'm still here for you. And I'm not going anywhere." I smile though a few tears still fall down my face. Phil wipes them away with a gentle finger and pulls us together so our foreheads rest against each other. "I love you, you perfect human being." I giggle at Phil's statement.

"I l-love you to-oo."

We head back home and Phil tells me to get ready for bed. I get into my pajamas (aka boxers and no shirt). Phil walks in not two moments later and takes my breath away. He's in pajama pants but he doesn't have a shirt on and his toned biceps are completely exposed. He's. Fucking. Gorgeous. It's almost as if there's a magnetic pull between us because without thinking, I'm walking towards Phil and crashing our lips together. He chuckles a little before kissing back with equal force.

"What was that for?" He asks but I just shake my head and kiss him again.

"Nothing, I just love you so fucking much." I whisper against his chapped lips. We climb into bed and cuddle as I fall into a deep and contented sleep.

***

I wake up to a delicious aroma. I get up and follow the smell to the kitchen where I see Phil making breakfast. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist affectionately.

"What's cookin good lookin?" Phil chuckles.

"You're so lame." Phil kisses my nose and returns to making his pancakes. Our hug is interrupted by my phone ringing. It's Adrian.

"I have to take this," I inform Phil and walk into the living room accepting the call. "Hello?"

"Hi Dan. It's Adrian."

"Hey Ad. What's up?"

"I just got back to my apartment, and I wanted to apologize for how Dad reacted." I smile slightly.

"Thanks Ad, that means a lot."

"No problem. So who's the lucky lad?" Adrian asks cheekily. I blush and I'm thankful he can't see me.

"It's uh... it's Phil."

"Awwww that's so cute!!!" He squealed. I laughed and I could almost see him smiling on the other end of the line.

"Dan! Breakfast is ready." Phil calls from the other room. I say my goodbyes to Adrian and go join my boyfriend on the couch.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!! I actually prewrote this at the beginning of the month. What's it like in the future???
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