Cat Whiskers

Chapter 1

Hello guys! This is my first fan fic in awhile so please let me know how you feel about it. I'm gonna try and update often, but shit happens. I don't know the exact direction this is gonna go in, maybe some Phan, maybe them just being best friends.... There will be some sad moments and I will always inform you guys a head of time if it may be trigger warning.
SIDE NOTE
I do not encourage self-harm, negative thoughts, abuse, etc. I am just using it for the purpose of a story. I am not using this to make fun of or shame anyone who hurts themselves in anyway shape or form, I understand those feelings too and just wish to convey them in a story. If you ever need anyone, just leave a comment or message me. I will help you through this :):):):) <3<3<3

Dan's P.O.V.

I woke up late, as usual, but got up anyway and made my way to the bathroom. I got dressed and decided I wouldn't have time to fix my hobbit hair. I put on my black skinny jeans and a black sweater, covering my arms. They still stung from the night before. I ignored the feeling, grabbed my bag and slipped on my Vans before my dad woke up. I quietly closed the door before taking my typical route to school. I had a good thirty minutes until school began and my walk only took about ten, so I decided to take my time and put my headphones in. Playing Muse, I made my way down the street and into hell.
I switched out my books in my locker for the first couple periods and went the way to my first class period, math. I walked pass a group of boys, PJ, Chris, and Phil. I was friends with them once upon a time, but I just pushed myself away because I don't want to hurt any more people than necessary. So instead I distanced myself from the only people that I cared about. After I stopped hanging out with them I began to slip away from everything. I stopped noticing the bruises given to me, stopped caring about my grades, my health. I just gave up. Teachers and some other people noticed, but they soon realized I wasn't worth the effort and gave up caring about me as well.
I made my way past the boys and into the class room as the first bell rang, signaling class to begin in five minutes. I sat next to the window in the back and took out my notebook and began drawing. I was working on a pair of eyes, familiar eyes that I wanted to forget...
The bell rang and I looked up to notice it was the dismissal bell, I had completely ignored class, not that it was difficult, and made my way to second class, history. I have all three; PJ, Chris, and Phil, in this class and they sit next to me in the back, but we never talk. I remember last year, when we were still friends, if we had been blessed with this seating arrangement, we would have been thrilled, and they are, I just don't care. As class began, we were told we had to get into groups to work on a project about the French Revolution. I kept my head down, planning to just complete the project on my own, when someone tapped on my shoulder, I looked up, it was Phil. He looked at me with all the kindness in the world.
"Hey Dan," he said in a soft tone, "I have a question."
"Y-yeah...?" maybe I wouldn't have to work alone on this project, maybe I could become friends with them again, be myself again, get better...
"Do you have a pencil I could borrow? Peej or Chris don't have one and I forgot mine." He asked. I fumbled with my bag and handed him a pencil.
"H-here." I said, smiling weakly before returning to my notebook. I continued on the eyes, using a blue pen around the irises. I knew I was so stupid to believe that anyone would ask me to be their partner, especially not Phil. When I started...hurting myself,and he found out, he didn't take it too well. Chris texted me telling me Phil was going crazy worrying about me and that if I cared about him at all, I would stop hurting him, so I did. I stopped worrying him, by stopping being around him. Maybe that wasn't the best move for my mental health, but after the first month or so of no hanging out with them, they stopped texting, calling, talking to me, and by the looks of them, it seemed to be the smartest move I ever made. The bell rang and I slowly gathered my stuff. Preparing for my next period, Study Hall. I wandered out of the room to be stopped by Phil.
"Here, thanks for letting me borrow it." He said with a smile, handing me the pencil. I gave a small nod. "Hey, do you have a partner for the History project? I just noticed you didn't really talk to anyone during class and was wondering if you wanted to be my partner?" I must have gone into shock or something because I was unable to answer until Phil snapped me out of my daze.
"Don't worry, you don't have to be my partner, I just thought it would be fun to work together again. You know, like old times." I nodded, a smile at the corners of my mouth. "Great! We can make plans during lunch." He gave me a quick side hug before dashing off to class, and as I made my way to study hall, i had no doubt that a smile was there, and it felt so foreign, but so good. The day began dragging on from then, I was actually looking forward to lunch, which finally arrived after fifth period.
Phil and I agreed to meet after school on Thursday to begin working on the project. Lunch ended and to be honest I don't know what happened after that. School just passed in a blur, Phil asked me during class, English, wondering if I was able to work on the project over the weekend and Chris and PJ sat with me in Chemistry. Overall, it was a good day, something I had been craving for so long, but was afraid to go find. Friends. With the school day ending, I made my way over to my locker to find a note on it.
MEET ME AT THE PARK
IF YOU DARE -P
I smiled as I grabbed my books and closed the door. I walked out of the school and down the street. I walked for a couple minutes with my headphones in. I reached the park and saw Phil laying in the grass, soaking up the sun. I sat down next to him and looked at him for a moment, he was my best friend and I let him go. I pushed him away. I was so stupid. I looked away as he opened his eyes.
"So you came." He said, with a sly smile.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?" but I realized how dumb that sounded, I was, and still am, a flight risk. No one knows what I'll do or when I'll do it, but usually, no one cares.
"I just wanted to hang out for a bit, sit outside. Be with you, I mean you are my best friend, right?" Phil asked looking at me. He still cared enough about me that he was still my friend? I was so happy I started crying and, without thinking, wrapped my arms around his neck."
"Of course, I'm sorry." Slowly Phil too wrapped his arms around me. We sat like that until I stopped crying. After we separated, we laid down together on the grass and just talked. Talked about how life had changed from what we thought it would be when we were kids, about PJ and Chris, avoiding certain subjects. We began to feel comfortable around each other as we once were. Time passed at an increased rate when I was with Phil, before I knew it, the stars were out. I sat up with a jolt.
"What time is it?" I said, startling Phil with my abrupt outburst.
"Um, 9 o'clock. Why?" He asked, concern rising in his voice.
"I have to get home, now." I said, packing up my bag and brushing myself off as I stood up.
"Oh, I'm sorry, come on, I'll give you a ride."
"No, no, I couldn't do that to you.."
"I'm the one that kept you out late, come on." He said, throwing an arm around my shoulder. I went completely red, but I was covered by the darkness. We got in his car and drove to my house. It was only a two minute drive and it was filled with silence except for the radio. Phil quietly hummed along to Coldplay and as I got out of the car he grabbed my hand.
"Be safe." Leaning over he kissed my forehead.
"Please." I nodded, unable to say anything. As I walked up the path, I knew nothing could ruin how I felt, until I walked through the door, and realized how wrong I was.