A/N: IT'S AUTHOR'S NOTE TIME, C'MON GRAB YOUR FRIENDS, WE'LL READ SOME VERY BOLDED WORDS! WITH BRITT THE AUTHOR AND.. uh.. BOLDED LETTERS, THE FUN WILL NEVER END, IT'S AUTHOR'S NOTE TIME! YEAH! Anyways, le gasp! First sad prompt on the list! I don't really like how this one turned out, but hey, it's four in the morning. (And I'm not even tired.. o.o I really need to fix my sleep schedule.) ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy my spontaneous four AM update! :D

Dan sat in his room, fixing his hair nervously in his mirror. Okay, Dan. You have to tell Phil how you feel. Just, three simple words. You can do this. Phil was hanging out at Carrie's house, filming a video with her for her channel, but he'd be home any minute. He had been texting PJ for about an hour now, telling him all about how worried he was, but PJ managed to keep him in good enough spirits about it all. He heard the door to their flat swing open and Phil's cheery voice reverberated throughout the flat;

"I'm home!" he called. Dan stood, taking a deep breath. I can do this. He slipped his phone into his pocket and bounded down the stairs two at a time, seeing Phil slipping his shoes off by the entrance. Dan smiled.

"Welcome back, Phil. How'd the filming go?" he asked, trying to seem casual. Phil recited the details to him, making his way into the kitchen while he talked, Dan following close behind. Once Phil was done informing him of the eventful day, he nodded to Dan.

"So, what happened while I was away? Not much?" he asked, opening the fridge. Dan felt the nervous butterflies zooming through his stomach; he knew he had to tell him now. It's just three words.

"N-no, not much, but I have something important to tell you," he said, leaning on the counter. Phil closed the fridge door, the jug of milk in his hand.

"Ah, I have something important to say, too! You go first, though!" Phil smiled. Dan nodded, ready to blurt out his feelings to his friend- when his phone rang in his pocket. He jumped slightly, pulling it out just in time to read a text from PJ before it vanished off of the screen.

Don't tell Phil.

Dan looked at it with confusion. Here's the guy who'd been supporting him, encouraging him to tell Phil how he felt for the past hour, and now he was taking it all back? The phone rang twice more, the noises overlapping each other. Both texts were from PJ.

For the love of everything, don't tell Phil.

You haven't told him, have you?

Dan unlocked his phone to text back, forgetting that Phil was standing there expectantly. He typed back in the negative, wondering why PJ was taking it all back. He put his phone into sleep mode and stuck it back in his pocket.

"Er, no, you go first," Dan insisted. Phil smiled.

"Well, I was talking to Carrie just before I left, and some unsaid things were said, and now, well.." Their eyes locked. "Me and Carrie are dating." Dan felt it like a blow to the chest. Oh.

"..Oh," he mumbled, wide-eyed. Phil nodded with a smile, oblivious to the pain that he'd just inflicted upon his friend.

"Yeah, it's great! I've liked her for the longest time, too!" he chuckled. "If only I'd known she felt the same. I would've said something sooner, that's for sure. Just, that feeling of loving someone who doesn't even know it? Yeesh, I never want to be in that spot again. But if this works out well, I'll never have to be! Isn't that great?" Phil practically sang, pouring some Shreddies into an empty bowl. Dan forced a smile. Thanks for easing the blow, Phil.

"Y-yeah, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you two!" he lied through his teeth. On the outside, he smiled like the supportive friend he was trying to be, but on the inside, he was experiencing his first true heartbreak. Sure, in high school he'd dated girls, he'd broken up with girls, girls had broken up with him, but it had never been that bad to him. But now? Now he felt like throwing up. He excused himself at the first socially acceptable moment and locked himself in his room. He pulled out his phone to read the two texts that had arrived since Phil's announcement. Again, they were from PJ.

Okay, good. Do you know yet?

Dan, are you okay?

He shook his head slightly, unlocking his phone and typing out a reply again.

Far from it. I just heard the news.

The message sent with a small whooshing noise as Dan fell back on his bed, feeling unshed tears gathering in his eyes. Dammit. So this is what it's like to be heartbroken.

A/N: it's A/N time again! I won't sing the song this time, though. Too much effort. Anyways, like I said before, I'm not a big fan of how this one turned out. but hey, I personally think the fact that I actually updated only three days after the last update is PRETTY COOL. Yeah? Yeah? No? Oh. Okay. I'll just... go now. ;-;