We Can't Happen (phan)

Chapter 1

A/N: Helloo!! So i'm really excited to be writing this phanfiction. I am being helped with some of the chapter and... um... 'wierder' parts by my friend Becka! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! (I will be updating on Fridays or Saterday)
"Wake up, Daniel!" My mum called from outside my bedroom door. I groaned and threw my pillow at the door, knowing that she wasn't going to leave me alone. I reluctantly opened my eyes and stretched, exausting me a little bit more. I peeled the thin covers off of me and picked up my phone. It was only six, I didn't have to be at school for nearly two hours. I got up anyway, I didn't feel like arguing with my mom. I could also use some breakfast, which I usually went without. I didn't look in the mirror because I knew what I would look like. I knew the bruise was still going to be there. No doubt, it was probably purple now. I could feel how swollen my eye was. Not only did it hurt like hell, but it also looked repulsing. I threw on a clean shirt, and some black skinmy jeans. I slowly walked downstairs, avoiding the mirrors that lined the walls at the staircase. I couldn't bring myself to look, just the memory of him hitting me was enough to make me nautious. I didn't need to be reminded of it any more than I already was. It wasn't like he hadn't hit me before, Chris was always a really aggresive person. He was incredibly intoxicated, which was my fault. I was the one who had invited him to the party in the first place. It was very vivid in my mind, but at the same time I felt like I had forgotten the majority of it. I was talking to his girlfriend, nothing more than friendly banter. Chris came behind me, he said something about somebody telling him that I hooked up with her. Which is lies, and probably came from Jesse, my ex-girlfriend who despised me now for breaking it off. He was so angry, and I couldn't do anything about it. Arguing with a drunk Chris is probably just as affective as arguing with a tree. He was so stubborn. After trying to walk away from him, he grabbed my hair. And yanked me away from Rebecca, slinging me towards a large group of guys. They didn't even notice. Chris started towards me, a smirk on his face. "You better not even think about touching her. You understand?" I raised my finger to protest that it hadn't even crossed my mind. But before I could even start he yelled "Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Nobody cares what you have to stay just stay away from her!" When Chris yells it makes my blood boil. He was my best friend, but when he was intoxicated he was a different person entirely.
"Chris," I spat at him. " I wasn't planning on fucking your slutty girlfriend." I regretted it as soon as I said it. The still forming crowd around us went silent. Everyone, including myself knew that what I said might have just costed me our friendship. At the moment, though, I didn't care.

"What.. did you just say?" Chris hissed, hatred pulsing through his tone.

"You heard me." I said with the same intensity, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Chris and I just stood there, glaring at eachother, ready to attack. It looked like something you would see in some stupid movie with a biker dude and some guy at a bar. But it was real. We both knew we should stop. But we didn't. Not with Chris' stubborness and me with my pride. It wasn't going to end well. And it didn't obviously. He jumped forward, strangling me. I swung at him, catching him in the side. He cursed at me under his breath. He had me pinned to the ground. His smirk returned and then... well you can guess what happened after that.

It was a bad night.

Chris was one of my only friends, he was the only guy I would hang out with after school.
Chris and I have fought many times, but never about his girlfriend. I should have known better than to talk about her like that. He loved her more than anything. They had been together for two years. And he knew I would never touch her, but again, when he is drunk his thoughts don't process correctly.
I just wished I understood love. I didn't get it, and I never would. I sighed. And came back to reality, I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I ate it slowly, thinking over the night before once more. My mum came into the room and took one glance at me. She dropped her glass of orange juice.

"Dan!" She exclaimed, hurrying to me. "What, well what happened to your eye?"

I had gotten home pretty late the night before, my mum and dad were asleep when I arrived. So the black eye came as a surprise to my mum.

"At Joey's party Chris got a little drunk, and he... he hit me." I explained in a low voice. She already wasn't very fond of Chris. This didn't help the situation.

"Dan, i've been telling you- that boy- you guys have a very unheathy friendship." She was very concerned, but I could also hear her anger towards Chris.

"It's not much of a friendship anymore, you don't have to worry about it anymore." I mumbled, looking at my hands.

"Are you okay, hun?" She asked, rubbing my back.

"I'm fine." I got up, not bothering to put my bowl in the sink. I quickly walked up the stairs, leaving my mom there alone. I was already dressed, and I wasn't going to bother with straightening my hair. I already looked like shit. Why should I even care? I finally decided to look in the mirror. It wasn't purple, as I had assumed it would be, because God knows that Chris knows how to hit. But it was very noticable, and it took up my whole left cheek.

I grabbed my book bag and pulled it over my shoulder and brought it downstairs to be ready to go. I plopped down on the couch and started scrolling through Twitter. My phone buzzed as I got a text.

From: Rebecca

Hey r u ok?

I didn't even know Rebecca had my phone number. But I replied anyway. I wasn't mad at her or anything because of Chris' actions. It wasn't her fault.

To: Rebecca

Yeah im ok. Just a little bruised.. well a lot bruised. and it hurts like hell. did u talk to chris?

A few moments passed and my phone buzzed again.

From: Rebecca

No after u left chris was being awful. I dont know if i can take it anymore...

I sighed. Although I was angry at Chris, I knew he would be heartbroken if Rebecca broke it off with him.

To: Rebecca

Hes just having a hard time right now with his sister being sick and everything. Dont do anything u will regret plz

I set my phone down and sighed. It was twenty after seven, I needed to leave. I liked getting to school early, it's quieter. I sighed, not looking forward to the school's reaction at my busted eye.

Hope you liked it!!! Phil will be in the chapter (can't wait to write it...!!)