Dan Howell and Phil Lester lived in a world where being homosexual was a crime.

When they were younger, they were the best of friends. As close as close could be. One time, they spent three days building a treehouse in the big oak in Dan's backyard. They say they did it, but really, it was more their dads that did all the hard work.

Over the next days, they painted the inside and outside all different colours, like the rainbow, and stuck lot's of pictures on the walls. They took toys up there, and got Dan's parents to help them lift up a sofa, a table and some chairs. They spent most of their childhood in that treehouse, playing games, drawing, talking, laughing. The treehouse brought them closer than they had ever been.

As they got older, and became teenagers, they found their taste in music and looks a little darker than normal people's. They got emo hair cuts, and went into high school best friends. Immediately, they were labelled emo losers, because of the way they looked and talked. Barely anyone paid them attention, and when they did it wasn't good. They got bullied a little, but at least they were still friends.

That was, until Dan started dating one of the popular girls from the year above them, and became the most popular guy in school. He started dating all the girls, and was labelled the heart breaker, leaving Phil to be a loner outcast. They grew apart, and eventually stopped talking altogether, throwing Phil into a depression.

He didn't cut or anything, just moped around his house, never wanting to do anything. His mother worried, and his father wanted to send him to boarding school. His older brother was in University, so he really was all alone.

Until one day, his family got invited over for a barbeque at Dan's house. Their parents were still friends, and it was a nice, summer day to do it. It was quite hot, so Phil wore a short-sleeved, black shirt, and a pair of dark blue shorts. He grabbed his phone and MP3 player, before making his way outside, to their car, where his mum and dad were waiting.

"This should be a fun day, Phillip. Try and do something today." His father said, buckling up his belt and starting the car as his mother looked around her seat.

"Just try and have fun, kiddo. Dan's there, you guys used to be friends. Why don't you have a nice chat with him?" His mum asked, smiling encouragingly as Phil sighed and played with his hair. He hated talking about Dan.

"You know we don't talk anymore, mum. He probably hates me." He grumbled, as his dad began pulling out of their driveway. He wished he could have stayed home. But his mother didn't believe him when Phil pretended to be ill, and so he was stuck going to a house that held painful memories, and longing feelings.

"I'm sure that's not the case, Phil." His mum said, giving him a sympathetic look, before ruffling his hair, and turning around in her seat as his dad began driving towards Dan's house. Phil fixed his hair and sighed, staring at his feet as he waited for it all to be over.

After a ten minute drive (which would have been a half hour walk), they arrived at Dan's house. Phil anxiously played with his hair. He told himself it was because he didn't want to give Dan a reason to tease him.

His mum and dad quickly exited the car, and Phil looked at the ground for a while, before his dad banged on the window, and he was forced to get out.

"Come on honey, its just a barbeque." His mum soothed, petting his hair a little, before rubbing his shoulder comfortably.

"I don't want to be here." Phil whined, scowling at the ground as his dad made his way to the door, and pressed the doorbell. Phil and his mum slowly made their way over to him, Phil trying to come up with an excuse.

"Just be quiet, Phillip. Its just a barbeque, now suck it up and at least pretend to have a good time" His dad ordered sternly, making Phil flinch, and duck his head. He pretended not to hear the quiet "This wouldn't be happening if we just sent him to boarding school." his dad whispered to his mother.

He sulked as Dan's mother opened the door, just as pretty as he remembered. She was a tall woman, with dark skin and dark hair, just like Dan. Though, her eyes were a light blue. Dan got his chocolate eyes from his father. And that was the only thing he got. Through the door, he could see Dan's father out in the back, cooking steaks on the barbeque. He saw Dan descending the stairs at the last moment, just as they were ushered inside.

Dan gave him a small wave, before going back to his phone, and Phil thought for a second he saw a small smile and a blush. But that could've just been his mind.

Phil blushed, and hung his head as he slowly stepped inside the house, Dan's mother smiling and closing the door behind him. His parents talked with her at the door for a while, before he made his way outside, Dan's dad smiling at him as he closed the glass door behind him.

"Phillip!" He cheered, walking over to him, and clapping him on the back, making Phil stumble forward a few steps. "Still clumsy as ever, eh? Its good to see you! My you've grown, haven't you?" He asked, rambling on for ages as Phil just smiled politely and nodded his head. Soon, Dan's dad made his way back over to the barbeque, flipping over the steaks. "The food should be ready soon. Just gotta wait for Jo to bring out all the salads and bread rolls." he said, still smiling widely at Phil.

Phil smiled and nodded, making his way over to the big oak that held almost all his childhood memories. 'Jo' was Dan's mum. Her name was short for Joanne, which apparently, she hated, as Dan told him. And he'd only ever heard Dan's father call her Joanne when they were having an argument.

That was long ago, where their fights were frequent, and very heated. Dan would always cover his ears, tears slipping down his cheeks as Phil held him, and talked to him as a distraction. Phil winced as he began climbing the ladder to their treehouse. Those memories were probably the hardest.

He wondered for a moment if Dan's parents still fought. What did Dan do without him, if that was the case? Phil remembered going over to Dan's house a little later than usual, one afternoon. He let himself in, as usual, because Dan's parents knew him well, and didn't mind him coming in unannounced. Dan's parents were fighting again, and had seemed to be for a while. Phil had frowned, and made his way up to Dan's room.

As soon as he opened the door, Dan flung himself at him, and clutched desperately onto his shirt, tears already staining it. This was the time when Phil was the taller one. Dan cried into his shirt for a while, saying he thought Phil wouldn't come, and that he'd be alone. He thought his parents would leave, and forget about him. That was the worst Phil's ever seen Dan. After that, he made a point never to be late to Dan's house again.

Phil sighed as he reached the top, and opened the door to their treehouse. It was just how he remembered it, scattered drawings, comics, toys, scrunched up paper, the can of paint in the corner they wanted to use to repaint the outside of the treehouse. It even smelled the same. Rotting wood, leaves, old paper, and of course, the smell of Dan. He sighed again, sitting on the floor and biting his lip as his mind flooded with memories.

The treehouse had seemed so big back then, as they ran around the small room. Phil would be the princess, and Dan would be the villain. Phil would have to wear a wig, and borrow a dress from Dan's mum. He remembered having to hike it over his ankles to keep from tripping over, though, inevitably, it would slip from his hands, and he tumble to the floor. Dan would trip on top of him, and their grinning faces would be centimetres apart.

Dan would kiss his cheek, then sit up on Phil's lap and cheer, yelling over and over how he won, and he was the greatest. That he'd claimed his princess. Phil never questioned why Dan always wanted to be the villain. He liked Dan kissing his cheek ever time he won, anyway. The skin would tingle for hours after, and it left a warm, bubbling sensation in his tummy until he got home.

He missed those times. Where everything was so simple, so black and white. Though, that was before homosexuality became illegal, and any act of it would bring you harsh punishment. That was when Dan started acting weird, becoming less affectionate, not letting Phil hold him when he got upset at his parents arguments.

Phil groaned again, pulling his knees up, and resting his hands on them as his head fell back onto the wooden wall behind him. What had even happened between them?

Phil banged his head against the wall, wincing a little, and thinking back to the old times. They were so carefree. What changed? What made Dan think he was too special to hang around Phil?

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts, he didn't hear someone coming up the ladder, until it was too late, and the door was opening. Dan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He gave Phil a weird look, before moving to sit across from him, leaning against the opposite wall.

"So... What're you doing in my treehouse?" He asked, frowning a little. Phil's cheeks heated up and he scoffed, already in a bad mood.

"I think you mean 'what am I doing in our treehouse?'" He grumbled, scowling at the ground as he peeled a bit of cracking paint from the wall next to him.

"Well, its in my backyard." Dan replied, now scowling as well. Obviously, Phil had just made him annoyed. Too bad, Dan deserved it.

"Well I helped build it." Phil grumbled, biting his lip as he moved his hands into his lap, and clenched them into fists.

"What is your problem?" Dan asked loudly, sitting up straight, and glaring at him. Phil rolled his eyes.

"I should be asking you the same question!" Phil yelled, glaring back at Dan, making the boy flinch and frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dan asked defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Phil couldn't help but think how cute he looked when he was angry. How could a sixteen year old boy be cute? Stupid Phil, you hate him. He hates you.

"It means that you left me for some slut and the popular group! We used to be best friends, then you just started fucking everything that moved!" Phil growled digging his nails into his palms as his face turned dark red.

Dan's eyes widened, and suddenly, he didn't look angry anymore, he opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then closed it again.

"I haven't been fucking them." Dan said quietly, scowling at the ground as he picked at a loose thread on his shirt. Phil just stared blankly at Dan for a moment.

"You're lying." He said bluntly, turning his attention to the wall again, and pulling at some more pealing paint as his hands slowly unclenched.

"I'm not lying!" Dan said suddenly, looking at Phil with anger in his eyes. "I'm a virgin..." he mumbled, making Phil blush and look at his feet. " You wanna know why I date so many girls?" Dan asked, still looking angry as Phil looked up at him, wide eyed.

And then, Dan wasn't sitting across the room, leaning against the wall, he was right in front of Phil, their faces inches apart.

"This is why..." He murmered softly, before leaning in, and connecting their lips in a soft, sweet kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. Phil's eyes went even wider, his blush darkening as he looked at Dan, not kissing back.

When Dan pulled away, Phil touched his fingertips to his lips, his eyes still wide as he tried to catch his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. Dan just kissed him. Dan was a guy. Phil was a guy. That made him homosexual! That's against the law!

"D-Dan..." Phil stuttered, wondering why that kiss felt so good, why his heart wouldn't stop missing beats, and racing way too fast for his liking. He wondered why his palms were sweaty, and why, more than anything else, he wanted Dan to kiss him again.

"You can't deny that felt right." Dan whispered, still sitting directly in front of Phil, his hands on his bare knees, making Phil shudder a little as the skin burned.

"B-but... It doesn't matter if it felt right... Its illegal!" Phil whispered, alarmed, his fingers still touching his scorching lips.

"That's why this has to stay a secret, okay?" Dan asked, frowning worriedly as he placed a palm on Phil's cheek, leaning in and brushing their lips together. Phil let out a strangled noise, before pressing their lips together properly, making Dan smile into the kiss as both of their eyes fluttered closed again.

"O-okay..." Phil whispered as Dan pulled away, looking at the boy with frightened eyes. Dan just smiled even more, his hand rubbing Phil's knee as he stayed in his personal space. Phil could smell the mint on his breath, had he brushed his teeth? Phil giggled breathily, his eyes closing for a moment before he looked at Dan confidently, taking his hand in his own. "Can... Can you kiss me again?" he asked, still blushing.

Dan smirked, leaning in again and- "Boys! The food's done!" His mum yelled, and Dan pulled away just before they kissed, still smirking.

"Save me one for later." He mumbled, winking, rubbing Phil's knees a little before he stood up, and opened the door, climbing down, and leaving Phil alone in the treehouse.

What did he mean by later?

So. What do you guys think of my new series? It should be lot's of fun! ^_^ hopefully I'll write the next chapter in the next couple of days. I need a distraction from my upcoming birthday, otherwise the days are going to go by very slowly.

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