Dan has his head in the clouds and Phil is down to earth.
When Phil's family moves into a new house at age 14, he meets a boy his age who enjoys stars and drawing and almost never talks to anyone.
Phil is determined to be his friend no matter how...
Trigger warnings: Slurs (It pained me to write it but I had to for the plot), mentions of self harm, bruises/general beating up aftereffects, existential crisis,
Dan's room:
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Phil's room:
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Phil's POV:
Why must I open the door and be greeted by a beautiful house rather than a broken one I can avoid?
As soon as I opened the door I was greeted by paintings of flowers and vases on the walls. It almost makes me want to stay downstairs rather than the rooms upstairs. I used every part of my will to go up the stairs and find my room, since I'm the youngest, I get the first pick. Plus Martyn said, and I quote, " Let the pansy go first, he probably wants the girl's room anyway," which, normally, would bother me because the slur but I mean, first who picks room, gets best room.
I ran up the stairs and looked at every room. I opened the final room at the end of the corridor, away from the others. As soon as I saw the inside my jaw dropped. It was a perfect room.
It looked like it was right out of Ikea! I claimed it as my own and ran inside, closed the door, then jumped on the bed. As I rolled onto my back I noticed the stars on my ceilings. I would care less for stars but it still was perfect and I loved them. I took in the room bit by bit until my eyes landed on the window next to me. I sat on my knees and looked out it. Right across from my window I saw another one, with a balcony...
a balcony with a telescope.
The boy.
I then noticed my window also had a balcony that was only an inch away from the other's. I silently hoped that I would never encounter the other boy if I ever used the balcony. He'd probably try to jump the balcony to stab me in my sleep. Definitely keeping my window locked 24/7.
I rolled back onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I'm so happy it's summer or else I'd be freaking out about having school tomorrow.
"PHILIP MICHEAL LESTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND!" I bolt upright at the sound of my dad's loud voice. Shit what did I do this time? DID HE FIND MY JOURNAL???? I run down the stairs and reach my dad who is standing at the front door and looks to be talking to someone at the door. I silently walk over to the door and my dad turns around to look at me before the strangers can. I see him squint his eyes at my hair and I realize he'd trying to tell me to take the flower crown off.
