A second to last chance | Phanfiction

Dan

It's August 14th, I've said the date in my head at least a thousand times. Every time I put something in a box I say the date in my head. To keep track of the day...to keep myself calm.
My parents have made it very clear that I'm welcome to come home but for some reason it doesn't feel anything like home anymore...nowhere does anymore. For the past three months I've been trying to find somewhere to stay, but tomorrow is my deadline and I still don't have anywhere to go.
Phil offered me his spare room and honestly I'm probably going there for awhile, better than living with my parents. The problem is though, and always has been, is that Phil is messy, extremely messy sometimes. I know he doesn't mean to be and probably doesn't even notice that he is, but anytime we skype or talk I can see some of the mess, even in his videos I can see the clutter sometimes.
Speaking of videos...I've fallen behind, a lot. I've barely been posting anything this semester, I've been busy with work, and I've been trying so hard to pull my mind out of it's...funk.
I know Phil means well though, he always has. We both know neither of us are happy living on our own, and he's worried about me, he worries about everyone, but he seems to worry about his best friends the most. Maybe living with someone could benefit me though, someone to help me make videos, make sure I'm taking care of myself, and in the end I'll help him keep clean and maybe organized.
Phil was outside with the truck for my stuff, I didn't even have to check. Each time my phone buzzed I knew it was him texting me, I also knew it was him outside my buildings door. He was just abit predictable like that, but that made Phil relaxing to be around.
He's my best friend and all but I still took my time and moved all of my things down on my own. I wanted to still be independent even out of college. I had probably 5 large boxes and maybe 7 small ones. I didn't mind carrying it down, and he definitely got a truck that was way too big for my small amount of stuff. When I finally let him in the building he looked at my stuff and frowned a bit. My stomach kinda dropped when he did, because Phil had a face that looked best smiling, and every time he frowned it made people frown around him, which I knew he didn't really like. "Did you carry all that down? I thought you'd slept in...should have let me help." He said as he went to pick up a couple of boxes.
I shrugged, grabbing one of the big ones "you're nice enough to let me stay with you, I didn't want to make you carry down my stuff as well, doesn't seem fair." I replied, propping the door with my back.
"Dan, c'mon, I'm your best friend, if you need a place to stay I'm always gonna offer one, And I'm glad to help with all your stuff, I don't mind at all. It's gonna be fun, we can play video games, and watch movies and stuff." He chucked a bit, his smile brightening up his face once again. I couldn't help but smile as well, his expressions are just so contagious."
We tossed the boxes in the back and were in the truck within what felt like only 10 minutes. He liked making jokes, which kind of encouraged me to make some jokes as well, and he made me laugh. It had been awhile since I'd genuinely laughed...and it felt really good.
I don't think I realized just how good it was really going to be to live with someone again, and Sometimes when I looked over to him, just out of the corner of my eye...I began to think that maybe Phil needed me to.