Phanfiction - Part 4 c:

Phil has been on the phone who the anonymous person for around ten minutes now, I pace around the corridor trying to collect my thoughts. Did Phil just try to kiss me? Did I just try to kiss Phil?! No, no, no, you're straight Dan. I'm sure Phil is too, it was an honest miss understanding, maybe Phil was just... Feeling my rip cage? Maybe that's a fetish of his or something. What are you saying Dan? This is ridiculous, just talk to Phil. Phil's voice broke my thoughts; he seemed to be getting angry with the person. 'Look, I told you it'd done, over, no more chances OK. Stop calling and leave me alone!' He shoved his phone back into his pocket looking livid, I wonder who that could have been.
'Phil, who was that-'
'My ex,' He snapped. 'They won't leave me alone.'
'I could talk to them-'
'He won't listen-!' He stopped, shocked at what he had just spat out.
'He...'
'It's nothing,' He walked passed me so fast it knocked me off my feet a bit.
'Phil, you're... gay?'
'I'm not gay!' He pleaded turning back to me. 'I'm bisexual, I like boys and girls.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'I didn't really think you needed to know-'
'We almost kissed, Phil!' God that came out wrong. 'Phil, look, I'm not sure if what just happened right there was – I don't even know how to word it..' I did have feelings for Phil, but I couldn't tell him. Oh? God, why is he looking at me like that? 'Phil, please talk to me.'
'I think there are some mats in the gym..' His voice was barely audible. 'I'll go see if I can set something up for us to sleep on.' With that he turned away from me and strut down the corridor, leaving my mouth gaping open, just wishing his lips were pursed to mine. Wishing I wasn't stranded alone in an empty hallway, coming to the realization I had feelings towards a boy.

I waited in that exact spot for Phil to return – but he didn't. I decided it was time to go look for him, perhaps he'd be in the gym. As that thought drifted through my mind, I freeze in complete utter terror. I could hear screaming coming from the west wing of the school, not particularly Phil's voice though, more alike a girl. She sounded shill, full of pure urgency, a gun fire's – the screams stop. I begin to sprint to left wing of the school, whom ever may be there obviously wasn't afraid to hurt someone – let alone murder. The gym happened to be right off the left wing and into the north lobby, I had to warn Phil. As my thoughts jumbled up inside my head, the screams of the girl echoed through my brain. Still running, sweat pulsing down my face, heart thrashing against my chest, I make a mere skid at the gym doors. 'Hey, there is only one mat, but I think – oh my Lord Dan, why do you look like that?!'
'I heard, I heard somebody,' I began to cough rapidly. 'They were being hurt, with a, with a gun,' more coughing, Phil slowly approached me. 'I came to warn you.' My voice was rasp and my throat was sore, Phil embraced me with his arms tucking my head into his jawline.  
'Dan, we're completely safe. Nobody can get in after hours.' His soft breathe touched my face ever so lightly, sending a warm sensation down my spine. 'Here,' He pulled away and removed his sweater, draping it over my shoulders. 'I think you need some rest, OK?' I nod weakly, my body agreed. Phil wrapped his arms around me tightly once more, I never wanted him to let go, not yet, but he did. Leaving me feeling stone cold. 'I'm going to turn off the lights, alright. Don't get too paranoid.' He chuckled and left the gym.

I crawl onto the large mat; it seemed to be one of those ones they use for high-jump. It was extremely plush. I couldn't help but think of the screams and gunshot in the back of my mind. Was I just hearing things? Was there actually a serial killer in my high school this second? The though rattled me. What if Phil and I aren't safe? Suddenly the lights shut off, leaving the gym jet black and cool. A blue light emerged from the far right corner; it was Phil's cell phone. Thank God. 'Dan, I found a blanket back there, a few pillows too. Pretty convenient, eh? You can have the blanket if you want.' He threw a heap of pillows and blankets on me, I could feel the mat lower with his weight. He was moving around a bit.
'Everything OK?'
'Yeah, just a bit uncomfortable.' Not because of me, right?

We didn't say much after that; I was just about to drift off until I heard another loud bang, as though something heavy were just thrown against some lockers. Phil must have heard it too, because I could feel him get up. 'Dan?'
'Yeah?'
'You don't think-'
'That there is someone-'
'In the school?'