Phan

The Day After

Writing this kinda as a vent. I've been sick lately and I had a not-so-good day today. Hello though. I want you to continue having hope even if you have bad days. Still can't decide on it's person, sorry about my writing. 

Dan

It's funny how even during the day such an event happens, he still reminisced on it like it was years ago. Back when things were good. It wasn't that he had a horrid family or something, he just didn't see the kind of sparkle life had before. It was meaningful and something to cherish while you were experiencing it. He just didn't feel the same appreciation for life anymore. He didn't particularly hate it, it wasn't unbearable, he just got rather lonely sometimes.

After he sorted out his thoughts, he grew pretty tired and fell into a twisted sleep.

He woke up with wide eyes, a blaring alarm, and a small problem. His problem would be ignored, since it was homework, but his alarm was irritating and he wished it didn't exist. Dan got up and did whatever it was that he did in the mornings. He got dressed, normal black skinny jeans and black shirt, grabbed his bag, and hoped he wasn't late.

When he arrived, the bell had rung, signaling for Dan to go to class. He dragged himself to class, lost in memories of the previous night. Of course he didn't pay attention in class. He was thinking about something important.. It might not be important to most people, but he was curious if he would see Phil again. Would Phil try to talk to him? Would Dan let Phil talk to him? He figured it'd be best to observe Phil from afar, as creepy as it sounded. Though he was curious about the boy, he wasn't too eager to meet someone and be completely uninterested in them. 

School was passing by, and Dan couldn't remember what first period was, let alone when first period was. But he was finally sitting in his art classroom patiently, waiting for the teacher to introduce them to their new studio project. It was to make a collage of things that represent you, considering we had a new student and all, it wasn't that bad of an idea. It'd definitely help Dan to see what Phil was all about, and that was helpful. Dan did wonder if somehow his art teacher understood he wanted to meet Phil, but reminded himself how foolish and illogical that was to think. They didn't start the project until tomorrow, so they had the rest of the period to themselves. Dan would've just evaporated into bubbly thoughts if it weren't for Phil writing something on his paper that was attention-catching. It was an odd quote of some sort, and Dan was worried about the purpose of it. It bothered him that something bad might have been happening in Phil's life and he couldn't understand why. He'd always thought that loving people this early in your lifetime was stupid and just cheesy, due to the almost fact it wouldn't sustain itself. Dan wasn't sure why that statement was important to him at the moment, but it was. "Um, hey, uh.. Phil..? H-How are you doing today?" Dan forced himself to say, not even realizing he did, actually. "Oh! I'm fine, I guess." Phil mumbled nervously, not looking up from the sketch as he said it. There were alarms everywhere in Dan's head, even though he never really was involved with people like this. The word fine said in that tone screamed at him. The added on I guess resembled unsureness and doubt which wasn't something he needed to hear. The fact he didn't even have enough courage to look Dan in the face as he said it, the lights in Dan's head were blaring. "A-Are you sure?" Dans asked, surprised at the sudden nervousness in voice, like it was contagious or something.

Phil

Shit. Shit. Shit. Phil wasn't one to curse, but he needed to right now. He shouldn't have been so careless with his voice. Dan must obviously know what's happening. Phil was having one of the worst days of his life; He was late to school, forgot most of his homework, was punched in the hallway, and was oddly upset about it. Phil tried not to let stuff like this get to him. He wanted to be optimistic, but sometimes he couldn't help it. Dan could probably tell how incredibly stupid he was feeling about a small punch. It was Phil who caused it anyway. He shouldn't have accidentally bumped into that guy and shoved him out of the way. But for one, Phil was incredibly clumsy, and two, Phil was late. He got very pushy when he was late, because he loved to be dependable. Heck, it was his second day of school and he was late, and that makes a bad impression. And sure, he had a reasonable excuse, but he didn't much like excuses. He'd rather be responsible for his actions instead of blaming it on things. But Phil had completely forgot to listen to see if Dan had anything else to say. So he decided the best thing to do would be to smile. Or at least attempt it. So he tried, but it didn't seem to fool Dan, since he seemed to almost frown as he furrowed his brow in an emotion similar to confusion. But thankfully the dismissal bell had rung, saving Phil from a too awkward conversation he didn't want to have. He didn't really want to have any conversations, but he had to work today so he'd suck it up.

Third Chapter, complete! I notice this isn't really popular. (not that I even expected it to be.) But thank you for spending your time reading something a silly little writer like me wrote. It means a lot.

~Dez