Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Eight

A/N: pleasedontkillmeforbeinglate

DAN'S POV

I drummed my fingers nervously, glancing at the clock.

5:24

Phil would be here any minute now and I was practically shaking with nerves. I shouldn't be this nervous. It was just Phil, after all. What was I worried about? A few answers came to mind, but I pushed them aside.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting a sigh escape my lips. I needed to ease my nerves. Usually, in situations like this, I would pull out the bottle of whiskey I had hidden under a loose floorboard, but I didn't trust myself to be drunk around Phil. I resorted to my other drug: music.

I plugged my phone into my speakers, set my playlist on shuffle and cranked the volume up.

We are runnin' so fast

And we never look back

And whatever I lack,

You make up.

We make a really great team

Though not everyone sees

We got this crazy chemistry between us.

I collapsed back onto my bed, allowing my eyes to flicker closed as I concentrated solely on the music.

...

I quietly sang the ending of the song, the words a familiar taste on my tongue.

All I need is you,

You.

"Great song." I heard a familiar voice speak softly.

I jumped, looking up at Phil's tall silhouette in the doorway.

Sorry, did I startle you?" He asked, stepping into my room and dropping his bag. "Your mum let me in."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you aren't a half-bad singer."

I felt my face heat up. "Whatever..."

He laughed softly, pulling a French book out of his bag. "Shall we get started?"

"Yeah," I muttered, grabbing my notebook off the desk. "Thanks for doing this by the way, I hate to be a bother."

"Oh, I don't mind!" Phil reassured me. "It's not like I have anything better to do."

...

We spent the next hour studying our current lesson in class, only getting off task once or twice to discuss our love for Muse or video games. As much as I hated French, I wasn't having an awful time.

"Wanna take a break?" I glanced up at Phil hopefully.

"Sure!" He smiled widely.

"I—I think we have some left-over pizza in the fridge if you want some." I offered, cursing myself for stuttering.

"I'm fine, thanks." He smiled politely.

"Bullshit!" I scoffed, "You stomach has been growling throughout most of the lesson, doesn't your mother feed you?"

He laughed awkwardly, heat rising in his face.

"C'mon." I got off the bed, motioning for him to follow me.

I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen, Phil a few steps behind me.

After getting the pizza in the oven, I opened the fridge. "Coke?" I asked, offering Phil a can. He nodded, thanking me before cracking it open and taking a swig.