Chapter 13, Dan

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  "I know you fancy her. Nobody spends that much time with a girl, unless he fancies her. Or, well, unless they're siblings," Phil annoyingly nags.

  "Ugh, fine. You caught me. I just, she's so beautiful! Her looks, and her personality, she's so sweet. I don't know what to do," I argue.

  "Ask her out maybe?" Phil says slowly.

  "But, what if she doesn't fancy me?"' I counter.

  "Oh well! It'll be a great way to find out!" Phil cheers as he walks upstairs to his room.

  "Ughhh," I moan to the empty room. I really don't want to mess this up. I've started to get really into her! I gave her my number, in case she needed help, but I doubt she still has it. I'm not a very appealing person...

  "Dan?" Phil says, walking down the stairs in his sweats and interrupting my mental babble.

  "Hm?" I hum.

  "Are you going to play Skyrim with me or not?" he asks patiently. 

  "Hells yeah!" I exclaim and pick up a controller.

Phil is my flatmate. He's got a fringe, like mine, only black. Jet black. And his eyes are blue, unlike my brown ones. We both love the same TV shows, the same kind of music, and we both love video games, so that makes living together pretty easy. 

  We play Skyrim for hours, then get on Tumblr. I always seem to find amusing things on that website.

At the dinner table all I can think about is Chloe and how she's doing. I didn't get her number, but I gave her mine so all texting or phone call conversations are at her mercy and I could just kick myself for not getting her number. I just want to make sure she's okay, and I want to help her. I'm not really sure how I'd do it, but I want to try. I'm not good at giving help but I'm good for giving support. Like just sitting with you in silence rather than being inspirational even though everyone says that I tend to be inspirational. I wish I could be inspiration for her to get better. There's just, just something about her that I just find so intriguing. I can't keep her out of my mind. I keep having little pictures in my mind of us together, not even like in a relationship way but just us hanging out as friends. I want to hear her favorite song and read her favorite book. I want to see every word she writes and know what the colors mean to her. I want to know everything about her and I've only barely met her. I wish my mind wasn't so confusing.

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