The Cover Up (Phan)

Chapter 6

Dan POV

I made my way to the very back of the bus' only empty seat. It seemed like everyone had their partner sitting beside them except me. But that was good news I guess. At least I would be left alone and in peace. Instead of some jerk mocking me on having no friends and calling me emo the whole ride.

But all that changed when an ebony coloured hair boy approached the almost moving vehicle, running. Obviously he was running late to catch his only way home. Very late. He managed to get the bus driver's attention in time where it was exeptable for her to open the bus door and let him in. As he stepped in I realized he was the same boy in my art class that had been caught staring at me. I wonder if he was just really frighten by my disgusting appearance or maybe he likes me. Dan don't be stupid no one would ever like someone like you. Your life is a mess. All you are is an insecure gay emo boy who's life sucks. No one would ever like or want to date someone like that. Just a waste of space with dead parents and scars on his wrists and thighs. The only good feature I would say I have, which shouldn't really count considering that its not really something I had my whole life. Were my tattoos. I love my tattoos because they all have a meaning. It's another way I found to express myself and the pain made it just better. They first ones were originally to hide my old scars of when I was twelve. But then one day the urge to bring them back won the battle and now you can clearly see them all. I tend to wear a black, of course, long sleeve shirt under all my normal ones. Just because I don't like to always wear a sweater and hide my actual shirts.

As the boy was done showing his bus pass he made his way looking for an empty seat. I looked down just so I wouldn't make any kind of eye contact what's so ever. I thought maybe he won't recognize me and he will sit all the way at the front. I then suddenly realized that I was in the only empty seat for two in the whole vehicle. I swore under my breath as I came to the conclusion that unless he was allowed and willing to stand for the whole 20 minute ride he would have to sit next to me.

I peeked a little over the seat to see if he was approaching this way. As I lifted my head I saw him moving closer and our eyes met again. And he... smiled? Why did he smile? He should have been almost in tears because he was being forced to sit with me. Literally the worst person in the whole school. But no he almost seemed happy. This made no sense. No one in this bloody school has ever been happy to see me. Ever. Maybe he was different. No Dan what are you thinking. He's not different than everyone else. He's just a jerk who will make fun of you for the lack of happiness and love you ever receive in your life. He will make jokes about your mother dying at the hospital an your father getting shot. He is just like everyone else. Just a little pretty boy that has a perfect life and enjoys ruining others' lives.

I quickly plugged in my earphones to my phone just to prevent any socializing. I did only leave one in though. I tried to pretend like I didn't know he was coming my way every second getting closer and closer. I turned my body so it was facing the window. Suddenly I felt the empty part of the seat sink. I started to have an odd feeling all over my body. There was an urge to just take out my earphones and talk to him. But a bigger part of me knew that would be a bad idea. Why was I being so nervous and awkward. I had never gotten like this with a complete stranger before. I then felt a light hand on my lap.

"Hey are you okay?" He said. Oh my that light touch just made me have a funny feeling in my stomach. No Dan stop it.

"Uh... Y-Yeah." I replied trying my hardest to avoid eye contact. "I-I'm fi-fine." What is happening to me? Why am I stuttering? There is something about this guy, I just cannot put my finger on it.

"Okay then." He said with a sweet smile while lifting my chin so I was actually looking at those striking blue orbs. They are like no other I had seen before. They are beautiful. Dan I swear to god you better stop you can't think like this. This is wrong. I bet he's probably straight too. "I'm Phil by the way."

"M-My name-e is D-Dan." I stutter and he laughs lightly. We stayed in silence for the rest of the ride, which was only like 3 minutes. But that was the most terrifying short period of time I had experienced in a long time. I just felt like he was going to call me some name before I got off. But surprisingly all he did when I stood up to get out was smile. Man I could never get sick of that sweet and adorable- Dan stop you cannot afford to get more hurt and broke than what you already are.

I kept on telling myself that until I reached my house. I wonder what it feels like to have a home. Not a house but a home, there's a difference. A house is just a roof over your head. It's just a building for human habitation, especially one that is lived in by a family or small group of people. But a home is where you are comfortable in. It is a place where you don't constantly feel for your safety. And it sucks even more when the danger that scares you is simply the people that habitat in it. A home is full of love and happiness while a house is just simply a building. But this wasn't just a building. It was more of a living hell. And I'm forced to stay here for at least a few more months. But it seems like everyday the danger grows. At first it was just the pain of having two non related people look after me. Then it was just the name calling. And from there it grew to even worse things. If I shut my eyes lightly I can still hear all of the voices of those people. All the hurtful thing they say daily. The physical pain and bruises that I choose to cover up. The more that I think about life, everyone has some type of cover up. Everyone.

AN// HELLO!!! Yay new update.... also don't worry the last sentence will make sense soon. so yeah hope u enjoyed and pls feel free to give feed back or just express an opinion in the comments. Don't forget to also vote and share. Guys me reached 200 reads! That is mental. I never thought I would ever have these many thank you guys so much.

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