Hypnotised (Magnets Book 2)

Chapter 7

Phil's POV

Okay Phil. Time to go do something with your life.

It was 1pm and I was still lying in bed. My hangover was gone, thank god. I felt dirty. The dream was still in my head. It kind of worried me. Like Dan had said so many times about his dream, it had felt way too real.

I mustered up some strength and stood up. And I forced myself to take a shower. When was the last time I had eaten? I shaved off my stubble. I checked Dan's room, breathing in his lingering scent. I missed him so much; it was like someone had just shoved a knife in me and was just twisting it around and around and around...

Knives. I had to call Chris again, make sure...

I sighed and put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I had to leave. Had to clear my mind. I checked my phone one last time before I left. Nothing.

And then I was outside, and walking, with no clear purpose or direction. My feet traveled along the concreted streets aimlessly. Then I was standing by a bus station.

I didn't usually take buses to places. I much preferred the tube. But that was a little way away. So I sat down under the shelter and waited. Clouds hid the sun, draining the light from my world.

Then the bus pulled up, with a loud rumble.

"Hey Dan, if London was a noise, what would it be?"

"That sound," He said, pointing at the bus.

"Hey kiddo, you getting on?"

I snapped out of my reverie and nodded at the driver that was peering at me with concern. I flashed my card under the scanner and took a seat alone by the window. The bus began to move. It wasn't very busy. Rain began to fall outside, tiny raindrops beating against the window and plummeting to the ground. I rested my head back against the seat. I had a huge headache. I was tired. I was numb, emotionally.

And my thoughts were spinning out of control. I just wanted to disappear. To go back home. As a matter of fact, I was about to, but then I realized where we were. I called out to the driver to stop, and got off the bus. I was thankful. It was kind of stuffy in there, only adding to the fact that is was getting harder and harder to breathe. The rain fell on me, cold and real.

Dan was sitting on the couch, staring at the rain. "I," he stated, "am a pluviophile."

"A what?" I asked.

"Pluviophile." He repeated. "A person that loves rain."

I was standing on a street near the mental hospital. I collected my thoughts and walked on, through the increasingly heavy rain. The building loomed ahead, looking more intimidating that it ever had. Maybe it was the heavy black clouds in the sky. Maybe it was because I was alone.

My tired legs carried me through the front door and into PJ's room. He was sitting at his desk again, but this time he wasn't painting. He was so absorbed in his current activities that he hadn't seen me come in. I silently crept up to him and looked over his shoulder.

It was a photo album. Photos of a younger looking PJ, with less stress lines, fuller hair, more weight. Standing next to a younger Chris, with happy eyes and a glowing smile... Standing next to Dan.

They must've been 12 or so in this picture. They were all standing, arms on each other's shoulders, a huge crowd and concert stage in the background. A figure with flaming red hair appeared to be yelling into a microphone, his arms raised.

Dan had really long hair and golden skin. He glowed with happiness and radiance. His smile was so wide and he looked so at peace with the world. When had things gone so wrong?

"I know." Came PJ's voice. So he had noticed me. "What happened? Why did he get so sad?" His voice shook. I put my hand on his shoulder, not only to support him but to stop my legs from giving way. "I suppose he told you, didn't he?"

"Yeah," I sighed and sat down on his bed.

We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Where is he?" PJ asked, breaking the silence.

"Um," I wasn't sure how phrase it. "We had a fight... He's at Chris'," I managed.

"You okay?"

I nodded. Then I realized that wasn't true. "Not really."

"What were you fighting about?" He asked.

"I... Well I suggested that maybe we got married in the future... And he agreed but, he's still really shy about coming out, you know? And I didn't want to live under that pretense, so I kinda snapped at him about it and then he snapped back and..." I scratched my chin. "Then he left."

PJ nodded sympathetically. "Have you spoken since?"

I shook my head.

He pursed his lips. "I know you love him, Phil. It's so obvious. It always was. And I know how it feels to love someone. Just," paused, planning what to say. "Look. You still love him, right? You do. And he undoubtedly loves you as well. Maybe right now, though, he needs space. But as soon as he had had enough, he will want to go straight back to you. You just need to be patient with him."

"But what if I can't wait? What if I need him?" I asked.

"Phil," PJ said as he sat down by me, "don't take this the wrong way, but with a history like Dan's, you need to be the patient one."

I couldn't be angry at him. He was, of course, right. I exhaled and stood up. I need to re-evaluate this whole situation. I needed to sit down and pull it apart like a puzzle and sort my head out.

"Thanks a lot, Peej." I shook his hand. "That really helped."

"Really? Thanks."

Then i was out and walking back out into the rain. It soaked through my jacket and plastered my hair to my forehead. By 4 I was back at home, in my apartment, feeling better than I had all day. I put on a movie to distract myself from the world and sunk into the oblivion of the onscreen entertainment.

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HI

i know this was kinda bad and it felt really disjointed and i wrote it but okay i mean i know im not john green or anyone lower your standards jfC

ha thanks for reading gois X_X