Title: Curse
Author: Le moi (Ninjabuscus)
Genre: Kind of sad?
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words?
Disclaimer: One does not own Dan (DanIsNotOnFire) or Phil (AmazingPhil) None of this is real, just something I made up with my simple and bored brain. Do you see what boredom does to some people?
Author's Note: Enjoy!

Eleven months and fourteen days earlier

Dan’s PoV

Sitting there playing Skyrim, which I have been doing for the past three hours, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Already, I know who it is.

“What is it Phil?” I ask, trying to kill the Draugr Wright that had just suddenly appeared. Maybe a disarming shout will help…

“I just thought I’d let you know that I’m going out, and I probably won’t be back until late.”

“OK, you meeting up with PJ or something?” I ask, not really paying attention to the conversation.

“No, just a girl I met a couple of days ago.”

“Oh…” I mumble, my heart sinking. What he hadn’t realized was that I might, MIGHT, have a crush on him. Hearing he had met this girl only made me want to cry. If only he knew…

“Hey, you OK Dan?” He asked, sounding worried. He seemed to have noticed my sudden change in mood. Quick Dan, think of an excuse.

“Phillip Lester, do you not realize how difficult it is to socialize with another human and try to kill a Draugr AT THE SAME TIME?”

“Why don’t you pause it then?” He said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“One does not simply pause a game in the middle of killing something.”

“OK, well I’ll see you later if you’re still up.”

“Have fun, I’m sure she’s a nice girl.” I said, a fake smile plastered across my face. He didn’t seem to notice.

“She is, trust me.” No, he hasn’t noticed. A good thing? Probably.

Patting my shoulder once, Phil turned and left the room. A final ‘bye’ and I heard the front door open and click shut. I stayed still for a minute. I heard the beep of the elevator from down the hall, and the woman say ‘going down’ like she was the freakin’ queen. Phil was off to meet this girl. Lucky bitch. I finally put my game on pause, placed the game controller on the floor and sighed, no longer holding the breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. Soon tears started to fall from my eyes.

“Damn…” I mumble to myself. “Why am I crying, it’s only a crush…”

Then I realize something, this isn’t just a crush. If it was just a crush, then I wouldn’t feel like my heart has shattered into millions of sharp, tiny pieces that pierce my very being. It hurts. It hurts that I can’t get the guts to just tell him the truth, and what tears me apart the most is the fact that he has met this girl. I try and get these new feelings to turn back to what they were before, where it was just a crush, but no. Love isn’t as easy as everyone says.

I pick up the game controller again and continue playing Skyrim. After a few minutes I run into a vampire. I did manage to kill it with my Daedric Warhammer, but then something popped up on the screen.

You now have the curse

That’s what love is, a curse. I paused the game once again, threw the game controller on the chair and ran to my room, slamming the door closed behind me. I flung myself onto my bed and start to cry into my pillow.

‘Stupid Dan, thinking you can just run away from all your problems’. I thought to myself. ‘They’ll catch up with you sooner or later. Then you’ll run again, and once again those problems will find you. It’s a never ending cycle Daniel.’

No, I’m not running. Just…something other than running. These problems won’t harass me again, I’ll fall asleep and tomorrow everything will be back to normal. It’s just a weird and unexpected mood swing…right?

Present day

That’s when it all started. Oh how wrong I was back then. I did sleep, the problem didn’t go away. It wasn’t a mood swing. I was running. The problem harassed me again and again and again. Nothing ever went back to normal, nothing.

I look up at the sky, rain still falling just as heavily as before. Was this yet another punishment from God because I accidently burnt that Bible when I was six? Probably not, even a God wouldn’t be this cruel.