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Silence and Noise

A/N: the reference at the end is awkward sorry 'bout that

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Alternative Universe

Phil Lester always had so much to say. Too much, people thought. New episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer? Phil will offer his opinion on it. Animals? Phil will spit out random facts about lions and llamas.  Phil wanted to be involved in everything, yet people always found his attempts to be plain annoying. I was probably the only one who didn't.

I was the sort of person who treasured words. I admired them as they rolled off other's tongues and lingered only to be comprehended. I loved the affect they had on every individual and adored how far words could take one. Phil Lester running his mouth constantly made me notice how others despised what they used most -- words -- and also that Phil wasn't the same as the ignorant who never value what is most crucial.

Due to my seat frequently being in the back of the class and never being called upon by teachers, no one -- including Phil -- acknowledged my existence. That changed once words took me to another place through Phil Lester.

"Just shut your mouth for five minutes, Lester," I heard someone spit at Phil, causing Phil's reference to some movie to come to a halt. Phil's eyes met his shoes quickly and his hand found the back of his neck.

Say something for once! Stick up for him!

You can't, loser.

Phil inched away from the group of people huddled in the middle of the class and plopped down in the seat next to me, burying his head in his arms, as the group laughed and continued their discussion without Phil.

Cheer him up! That's the best you can do.

And how exactly are you going to that?

Pulling out my binder, I ripped out a piece of paper, tearing it slightly, and quickly scribbled something down.

Ignore them. They are all dickheads who are all too ignorant for the world.

Passing the note onto Phil's desk and poking his arm slightly, Phil picked up the letter and smiled widely after reading it.

"I'm Phil," he introduced himself. "What's your name?" 

Fuck. My. Life.

I opened my mouth, then closed it immediately. I put my hand on my throat, yet Phil's brows only furrowed. I reached for the paper, which Phil handed for me, still with a look of confusion on his face.

I began writing down another message as Phil watched from over my shoulder.

I'm Dan. I'm a mute.

"Sh -- Shine a light. I'm sorry. I didn't know," he replied.

It's okay.

"Is it weird? Not being able to talk?" he inquires, taking me aback slightly. "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked that."

Don't worry. It is. I like hearing people talk though. It's intriguing.

"You're the first one who has probably ever said that," Phil grins. "Everyone hates when I talk. They always complain. Y'know what I mean? Probably not."

I do. It annoys my parents that I can't talk. They're constantly complaining about it when they think I can't hear or when they think I'm not there. They shouldn't complain. I'm never going to talk. It's a part of me unfortunately. 

Phil's first action surprises me. He takes the pen from my left and and puts it in his right, crossing out the "unfortunately."

"I'm just going to keep running my mouth no matter what people say. I get so fed up with their complaining! Sometimes I just want to yell 'fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean.'"

Was that supposed to be a Fall Out Boy reference?

Phil beams. "Of course."

Throughout the entirety of my life, I firmly had faith in that silence was deafening, yet Phil filling that silence with noise made my life much louder.