Back To Square One - Dan and Phil // SLOW UPDATES

Chapter 12 - Buzz.

Reminds herself it's just words but forgets words hurt more than knives.

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I locked my phone and put it down on the bedside table. Last time I checked it was around 7 PM and I wasn't that tired but I snuggled up in the sheets.

I didn't cry, I just curled up there. Exhaling, inhaling, doing the things that keep me alive.

Someone knocked on my door but I didn't answer. The person knocked again. And again. And again.

"Amity?" An unfamiliar voice said thriugh the door. "W-who is it?" I finally answer. "It's your dad, Amity."

"Would you let me in? It's kind of cold out here in the hallways." He whined a little.

I sighed and walked over to the door slowly, reaching for the door knob. The door opened revealing my dad with his sweatpants and weirdly bright shirt.

"You know, we've never really talked to each other properly." Dad points out. "Well yeah, maybe because I lock myself in my room most of the time.. Either that or you're fishing or something with your friends as mum says."

"Speaking of your mother, I heard you to got in a fight earlier today. What's going on?"

I sigh, "You wanna come in first?" I gesture him to come in. "Yes please!" He exclaims. He entered the room and head straight to the sofa.

"Mom and I just had a little argument because she didn't allow me to move in with my 20-year-old friend, Bea." I explain once I sat across from him.

"So that's why your mom's been staring at your baby pictures. Well, the pictures we have." He chuckled. I laughed a little. It was forced but it was still believable.

"Erm, anyways, I'm completely over it." I shrug. He raised an eyebrow at my statement. "Are you sure, you don't look "completely over it"." He made quotation marks with his hands.

"I am.. I-its just that I have over things in mind that I can take care of by myself." I say a little too quick to make it believable.

Dad was about to say something but mom thankfully called him from downstairs, telling him to help her with dinner.

"I gotta go kiddo. Good luck with all the things wokey? And erm, talk to me when you want any help with anything." And with that he ecits the room and closes the door behind him.

Back to boring-ness.

That is, until my phone decides to blow up with random notifications suddenly.

I reached for my phone and took a look at the notifications.

The first one being:

@RocketsToInfinity tweeted. Click here to view tweet.

And so I did click on it.

@RocketsToInfinity: guys! That is NOT us in the text??? We love each and everyone of you guys, even Am's friend.

And also:

@RocketsToInfinity: we don't know why Am tweeted that edit..

Did they actually just do that? Honestly what did I expect? Once a fucking asshole, always a fucking asshole.

Well, assholes.

Alot of people started hating on me. Calling a liar, attention seeker and more.

I decide to post tweet.

@AmOnTwitter: choose whoevers side you want but I PROMISE I didn't make some stupid 'edit'

Replies came in fast too. Some Rockets To Infinity fans started hating on me, some people trusted me but that was the minority.

@RocketsToInternettt: @AmOnTwitter yeah I like you but we never know when you're telling the truth or not

@Lolzzzzz___: @AmOnTwitter to b fair we dont know much abt u.. and we can rlly trust RTI soo..

Some were with reasons and some of them weren't really reasonable.

@cccccayleee224: @AmOnTwitter oy back tf off attention whore

@boop_________: @AmOnTwitter we cant trust you ya b*tch

I had to be tough.

It's just words, Amity, just words.

@AmOnTwitter: believe whatever you want bc I am NOT lying. You guys believe what you want to believe. Just try and trust me

The number of people who trusted me grew and I was quite happy.

An unknown number popped up on the screen, someone was calling. Half of me wanted to ignore me but the other half is screaming at me to answer it.

I clicked 'answer' and held my phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" A familiar voice rang through the phone but I still couldn't tell who it was. "Hey." I reply.

"Oh good! I thought it wasn't you Am. It's Dan by the way. I haven't given you my number yet."

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." I scoff.

"Whoah, someones grumpy today."

I rubbed the bridge of my knows a little, "Sorry, i-it's just-" I gor cut off by Dan.

"The drama with your mom and your so called friends is a lot to handle? Yeah. I know."

"H-how did you know?"

"I've got my sources." He said smugly.

"Ugh, stop it Howell, you aren't going to pull off this mysterious shit."

"Your dad told Phil and Phil told me, oh and I'm glad to know I can get yourself acting like.. You." Dan added a chuckle at the end.

I rolled my eyes and giggle a little. "Yeah, yeah.."

He cleared his throat, "Anyways, are you okay?"

"Well to be honest.. I'm not fine at all. I've got no one to.. to.."

"Be there when you let your bottled up and fizzing feelings? Yeah, I've been there before." He finished my sentence.

"Exactly."

There was a long silence between us.

"Well, you'll always have me and Phil." Dan points out. "Yeah.." I trailed off.

"You will. I will be here for yo-" He got cut off by a voice but I didn't catch what the voice said. Dan said an okay to the mysterious person.

"That was the radio guys. It's Phil and I's radio show time."

So much for being there for me.

"I am there for you.."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud." I apologized. "It's fine. Ugh, I have to go now, goodbye Am."

"Good-" And he hung up.

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