*dans Pov*
As I stepped outside, the cooling yet chilling breeze hits me and I shudder. Having moved from Brighton to Manchester, it was significantly colder. I looked at my new school timetable, it all just looked like a jumble of letters and numbers to me. "What is this crap?" I mumbled to myself.
After a few more minutes of walking down the streets I got bored and decided to listen to some music, so I grabbed my headphones out my pocket and started playing Fall Out Boy.
I had brought some spare change with me so I decided to go to the shop as I passed it. Unsurprisingly, I bought a packet of malteasers.
My new school was only a few blocks away, (my Dad showed me how to get to school on the day we moved) so as I got there it all seemed too quick, the busy crowds of people, the shouting and everyone pushing past me was a big deal to me.
We're all people up here THIS rude?!
If so I wanted to leave, back to Brighton.
After running behind a wall to stop myself from panicking and flailing like an octopus, I composed myself and stepped into this new hell.
After spending a while leaning against a wall away from everyone else the bell rang. I shuddered, too many bad memories were made from the simple sound of a school bell. I fumbled around in my back for my timetable, as I pulled it out I understood nothing of it.
I looked around for someone to help, I looked for the friendliest looking person around here. I finally decided to walk up to a boy leaning against a railing, seemingly oblivious to the crowds of people around him.
He had on black skinny jeans, a green shirt and his hair was brown and curly. "Uhm.. Sorry to bother you," I mumbled as I awkwardly stepped over to him "Do you know what room and lesson this is?" I say pointing to the right box on my timetable. "That is English in room E35," he explained "that's what lesson I'm in next, I can show you where it is." He smiled at me and I awkwardly smiled back.
"I'm PJ," he says "PJ liguori." He looks at me, waiting for my response. "I'm Dan, Dan Howell." I reply "Uhm, PJ, if you don't mind me asking... Does PJ stand for anything?" He looked kind of awkward then but I tried not to think much of it.
"No... Well um yes. But I don't like to talk about my real name." He smiles awkwardly "I'd much rather be known as PJ too."
Oh okay, I smiled. Maybe I'd made a friend.
VOUS LISEZ
Sleeping without you (a Phanfiction)
FanfictionDan is moved to a new school, he knows no one there. But what he doesn't know is one boy has his eyes set on him, one boy would die to be with him... (Phan fluff) Contains: Abuse, Swearing, Self-Harm, depressing thoughts and suicide.
