Sad Boy Club

Phil Lester: Full Time Sad Boy

1 Year Later

Phil was now 18 and with only 3 words his entire life was at its end.

You have cancer.

Those were the only words that Phil Lester thought about. Of course this would happen to him. He knew it happens to most and smoking would eventually kill him, maybe he wanted this to happen.

Maybe in the back of his mind he knew the worst of the worst would happen to him so he went for it. But he's been diagnosed with lung cancer at 18 and wouldn't wish it upon anyone.

All of the hospital visits taking him out of his last year of school constantly and his younger brother always saying 'I told you so'.

Phil's eyes scanned across the dark road beneath him. He always loved sitting out on the roof right below his bedroom window. The peacefulness and cliché made him feel as if he was in a movie. He used to sit here and smoke until the sun came up, but now he sits in the silence and watches all of the families houses rest as they sleep.

He watched as the actions that always take place every weekend at 1 am, recently at least. The girl with the now lifeless and dead  straightened brown hair snuck out of her window and grabbed her bag from the bushes. Phil assumed she had clothes in the bag because she would come back in a different outfit every time.

He always saw the new lilac bruises that scattered her thighs and stomach when she reached up. She now was a freshman at his Highschool. Joey says her name is Daniela.

She had that one dimple in her cheek as she smiled or laughed genuinely, Which seemed to be quite rare.

For the first time he watched as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He sighed at her stupidity but kept watching as her normal routine continued smoothly. She walked down the road until the end of their subdivision and she ran across the street once the cars cleared. She walked down the ditch and into the woods and that's when Phil could no longer watch the sad girl. 

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the house seeing as the entertainment for the night walked away in black skinny jeans and a tattered, old Muse shirt.

Morning Arrives

"Phil, please come down stairs." Phil's mom shouted in a small voice from the bottom of the stairwell. He had just gotten out of the shower so he quickly dried his hair with a towel and threw on clothes he found on the ground.

He found his way down the stairs and joined his family in the kitchen. His mom handed him a bowl of cereal and his car keys back.

"I have to give these back to you because I can't drive you to your appointment. I'm trusting you to leave here on time while I'm at work." She said in a stern voice. Phil rolled his eyes and nodded at his moms distrust. She soon left him alone for work and Phil was the only one awake in theories because getting Joey up was a nightmare. 

His dad was already at work so he simply sat up watching SpongeBob reruns with his bowl of cereal.

His attention was taken by the figure walking outside at 7 am. Danielle was coming back, but so much was different...you could barely tell if it wasn't for that little dimple in her cheek when she smiles...