Phan

Phil.. Or Whatever.

I'm making another part immediately after I wrote the first one because I want some to be in stock to publish while I'm writing other parts, or even while I'm busy and stuff. I may add personal poetry and stuff I wrote that fits with the story. Also, It switches between Third and First person a lot so sorry. On with the chapter, I suppose.

Dan's POV

It was finally time for me to go home and not do my homework. I thought about Phil, because even though it's so late in the year, he's still set to graduate the same time I do. Although he did attend school before this. In two weeks, I'd graduate. I boarded whatever school bus I was supposed to be on and sat in whatever seat I was supposed to sit in. I stared out the window at the now soaking surroundings. I plugged in my headphones, playing whatever I played last.

Do you understand how I feel about my life? Whatever.

It's a sad way to feel about life, I understand. But it never feels like my life is meaningful, you know? You probably don't get it. I always try to make people understand me. But every time I try, I get so tongue-tied. I just don't understand myself most of the time, so how am I supposed to care about and absorb myself in other people?

My bus finally made the stop near my house. I dropped my bag off in my house, and made my way to my laptop. I collapsed on my bed and opened the laptop that was now littered with random band stickers as well as weird ones I found in weird places. I went immediately to tumblr. I mean, sign me up for a life of staring at cute guys who can also make music. I had a new follower, livinginmylionsbed, so that was cute. They had a cute blog, and weren't too different from me. I stalked them until about 8 p.m. and decided to go outside for a walk, I'd been inside almost all day, and even introverts need some sun. Or rather, moon. You aren't funny, Dan...

It was rainy, cold, and slightly dark. I wasn't too thrilled about it being night, which meant dark, but the weather wasn't shit and I needed the fresh air anyway. So I got out of the house, and went exploring around town. Sure, it was definitely odd to be 18 and wandering around a dark neighborhood at 8 p.m., when you know it's way past your 'bed time'. Dan laughed at the childish term of having a bed time. He hadn't been told to go to bed early since 6th grade. As Dan turned the corner, he was greeted by the fluorescent lighting of cheap shops in the later hours. It made him feel at home, and that was welcoming. One of the smaller buildings was a coffeehouse, which he happened to love. Coffee, of course, not the social interaction. He didn't hate social interaction, but sometimes he was too lazy to bother with it. Which is why he had little to no friends. In this case, he had none.

At least he'd brought a bag with him to the coffeehouse containing his laptop and other necessary items. Entering the coffeehouse wasn't hard. It was 8 p.m., so not a lot of people were there. He took a seat in the back and pulled out his sticker-covered laptop. As he was scrolling mindlessly, a waiter asked what he wanted to order, so he just told him some black coffee and didn't bother to look up at him. Dan realized that was rude, but it was too late, and if he cared about it why is he in one of the worst jobs for hating rude people?

A few minutes later he had his coffee, and he thanked the waiter, actually bothering to look at him. It was Phil. I didn't know he worked here.. "You're Dan, right?" Phil said sheepishly. "Obviously, I am Dan." Dan mumbled, as if he was wearing a t-shirt that said his name on it. "Sorry, come again?" Phil leaned with his words. "Never mind." Dan stated blankly. He always said never mind if they didn't hear him, even though he was the one who mumbled. "Enjoy your coffee then, sir." Phil whispered, off to help another customer.

If I tried to say that went well, I'd be such a liar. But it's not like I just screwed up an actual friendship. We're just acquaintances, so that's not that bad, right? Who am I kidding, that's bad. I had an opportunity to make a friend. Although we probably didn't have much in common, it still would've been nice to have someone to call your friend to talk to and the like. He had plenty of those, but they just knew who Dan pretended to be. Not like Dan needed friends anyway, so whatever.

As he left the coffeehouse that night, part of him wondered if Phil would try to talk to him again if he went to the coffeehouse tomorrow or even during their art class. It wasn't that he enjoyed Phil's company, he hadn't known him long enough to make a proper judgement on that, it was that his mind was kind of hopeful. Like now there was a new beginning. How redundant, Dan.

So that's the chapter. Sorry about changing between first and third person so much, but I can't help it. I often forget how I'm writing and then I'm too lazy to fix it. Also, I will update this fanfic whenever I have the time or the motivation to. Don't expect regular updates. I almost forgot, I will probably start writing from Phil's POV next chapter, so wish me luck.

~Dez