Living London (An AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire fanfiction)

Chapter 36: Appeal

*Phil POV*

I woke at my normal time, just around eleven. The air was already getting warm and stuffy in the flat. It didn't feel like the beginning of February at all.

I stayed in my pyjamas to keep the sleepy, lazy feeling last. Walking out to the lounge, I stopped when I saw Dan already sitting on the sofa.

He turned and looked at me, blinked a few times, turned his head directed at the TV, and rubbed his eyes. There was some meaningless blubbing on the TV, which neither of us even paid attention to.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked Dan.

He stared gazing at the TV, "Dunno."

"Do you remember last night?" I asked cautiously.

"I remember I got plastered from something, or so my headache tells me."

I nodded, not feeling like sitting down. I hovered by the corner of the sofa, "Do you remember going to Rachel's?"

He turned to me and squinted, "Did I really? Please tell me I didn't do something stupid."

I shook my head and paused. "I think you wouldn't be pleased with what you said."

He sighed and leaned his head back in frustration, "This is all so stupid."

"You don't have to go over there anymore. I won't?"

"What?"

"I didn't want to pick sides, but she told me-"

"She needs to stop playing the saint."

I swallowed, "I don't think she's playing anything-"

"Let me be angry and selfish, damnit," he breathed, "Enough. I don't need to be fucking ticked off. I'm getting sober now, okay? That's enough. Just leave me alone."

Everything looked blurry for a bit. I blinked the tears back. "I think you're making a mistake, that's all."

"It was her choice."

"And now you can choose to do whatever you want."

"Leave me alone."

I paused. "Okay."

...

* A week later *

*Rachel POV*

I spent most of my days at school. The flat was depressing. I was depressing. Ignoring things by advancing myself in life was a step forward that seemed meaningless, but it was tolerable.

I wasn't superstitious. I never was. But sometimes I would good by Abby's room and feel incredibly cold, as if it was haunted. Maybe if she was out there somewhere she would take her revenge. But mostly, it was just lonely. I had no friends to talk to, and I was too depressing to make friends.

I walked home, watching the stones go by under my feet as a sort of distraction. I started counting the stones one-by-one until I got bored.

My scarf rudely unwrapped itself from my neck, so I stopped to wind it back around me. I buried half of my face in it. I didn't want to see anything, and I didn't want anyone to see me. Especially people I knew. But the worst part about people you know is that they recognize you even if your face is mostly hidden. It was the people I knew the most I didn't want to see.

I unlocked the door and crawled upstairs. I went immediately to my room and hid underneath my covers. I got that cold feeling when I passed her room. I plugged my ears so I could see nothing. I had my face to my pillow so I could see nothing.