Summary: Basically based off of this song so yeet

Status: strangers to boyfriends

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse and rape

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Dan

     I'm at the dance studio, in the middle of a arabesque when he walks in. He being my boyfriend, Greg. "Hey there baby, I was thinking we should go eat dinner." He said viscously, pulling me out of my position. "A-alright, can I just finish this dance real quick?" I reply, my least favorite thing is being pulled out of a position, and not being able to finish my dance. Dancing is my safe place, the place where I feel beautiful and happy. He knew that, so he should let me finish, he always let's me finish. "No! You can't, come on we're leaving." He aggressively said. That's weird, he's never done that before. I let it slide, he's just in a bad mood, I tell myself but boy was I wrong.

A few months later

     "I want you to stop doing that stupid dance thing you do. It's girly and annoying. I'm not gay to date a fake girl." Greg said, and I almost started crying, but I held it in. "O-ok." I knew I wouldn't stop, it would just have to be a secret thing. If I argued, I knew he would do.. other things... but that's my fault, I make him mad.

Two weeks later

     Punch. Kick. Slap. It's my fault, I tell myself. I disobeyed him. I continued dancing. I guess I'll have to find another dance studio. "YOU HEAR ME? NO. F*CKING. DANCING. YOU. GIRL." I get a punch after every word, it's OK I'll cover it up with makeup. I know he loves me, he's just going through a hard time right now. "OK, I won't." I shakily reply, my voice is barley a whisper. "I know, otherwise I'll be doing much worse than punches."

Months later

     I was a virgin. Until last night. I was so scared, I felt hopeless. He just kept going, I told him no, but I guess I didn't scream loud enough. I'm not OK, but I deserved it. I argued back. I was told to never argue back.

The next day

Phil

     I pull up at the dance studio, I'm here to pick up my little brother. He does ballet, and our parents were out of town for their anniversary.

I find a room that looks empty and walk in, thinking I could wait in here until my brothers lesson is over. As I enter though, the room is not empty but holds a crying boy that looks around my age with curly brown hair, wearing a pink pastel shirt and skirt. I walk up to him "Hey," I start, whispering as to not startle him, but it didn't work as he jumped back so far I didn't even know that was possible. "hey, hey hey, it's OK, I'm not gonna hurt you. What's wrong?" I ask, my voice still gentle as to not alarm the fragile boy. "It-it's nothing. Wh-what are you doing in here?" Shoot, this must be his room. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought this room was empty and my little brother is in ballet practice." I smile, and his face seems to light up when I mention my little brother doing ballet. "You mean, I'm not a girl like my boy- um, boyfriend says?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, curious about his boyfriend, which honestly makes me relieved at the fact he's not straight but upset at the fact he's taken, and by the sound of it the boyfriend isn't very lovely. "Well.. um.. he always says I'm a fake girl because I dance and hit- um, talks to me for, um, uh." Did he just say what I think he said? "Does your boyfriend.. hit you?" I ask cautiously. "Oh um, yeah sometimes but it's not his fault really, I anger him." I get even more upset and can't help but wrap my arms around the boy I don't even know the name of. He starts shaking so I start whispering encouraging words into his ear. "Im going to get you out if this relationship OK?" I whisper, and I mean it. I just met this guy and I already know I would do anything to save him.

Three Months Later

Dan

     "Phil you spork!" I scream. I have been getting better lately, and I have been going to therapy for my problems. Phil and I are now boyfriends, this happened about a month later as I still wasn't completely comfortable around him from my trauma. Of course I still have my bad moments, like times where he will scream at me in a joking way because I won the game of Mario Kart, but I think it will get better.

"What did I do?!" Phil asks cheekily. "Oh I don't know, maybe steal my cereal AGAIN!" I laugh. "Oh PSH, I know you secretly like it." I roll my eyes. "Oh I secretly like it." I mimick thinking he can't hear me. "What did you just say?" He asked sounding serious, and I can't help but panic. "Um... nothing?" I reply, trying to smile. He started walking closer and I start to shake. "You said Something." He smiled, and if I wasn't in my state of panic I would have realised he was just joking around.

     "I- um- I'm sorry sir it won't happen again." I say quickly, after all that's what I would have to do for Greg. He frowned and stopped walking. "Woah what? Danny you don't need to call me sir, I'm your boyfriend not your master." He said, sounding concerned. "O-Ok si- um, Phil. Im sorry. Pleasedonthurtme." I say the last sentence a lot faster than the others. "Hey no, I would never hurt you baby, I love you so much." He then pulled my shaking form into his chest and that was all the comfort I needed to know he was telling the truth, but I couldn't help crying into his chest from shock.

     "Shh, Bear your alright. I love you so much and I could never lay a hand on you in a rude way, I love you." He said reassuringly. "I love you too."

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So I hope you liked it! I just hit 3k which is CRAZY!!! Thank you guys so much ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗