Phil's POV
I walk up to Dan's bedroom door and lightly knock. "Dan?" I quietly say.
"What?" I hear Dan reply.
"Can I please come in?"
He remains silent for a moment, then finally replies, "Sure I don't care."
I slowly open the door and see him laying on his bed. I sit down next to him, automatically bringing my knees to my chest, "Hey."
He looks at me, his eyes filled with hurt and slight anger, "What do you want Phil?"
I look at my knees, trying to avoid his hard gaze, "I-I just wanted to apologize. I'm sorry for what happened earlier."
He sits up, keeping his cold stare, "Why can't you just tell me what's wrong?"
I hesitate, then barely whisper, "I just...I just can't."
He gets up and looks at me, "WHY!? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HELP YOU!? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME IN!?"
I start crying and shout back at him, "YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!"
And with that I run across the hall into my room, slamming the door behind me.
A/N: sorry for such a short chapter. I promise the next chapter will be better.
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