fantasy

chapter 1

i didn't want to move. i was happy(ish) in manchester. i knew people. here i know nobody. it's going to suck.

to make matters worse, my flat iron broke. im going to have to go to school with my ugly, curly hair that i hate. as im getting dressed in my usual all-black attire, my best friend louise texts me.
"good luck on your first day! i know you'll be loved and love the school! :)"
i scoff and throw my phone aside. sometimes louise's perkiness was not wanted.
when i get downstairs, i realise that my mom made me breakfast. "as a treat for your first day!"
i sit and eat with my mother.
"daniel james, why do you insist on wearing all black?"
"to mourn the death of my happiness and motivation," i mumble. i know it wasn't my mother's choice to move, but it's closer to being her fault than anyone else's.
"dan, please try to enjoy this. you and i both know it is not our top choice, i am just as upset as moving as you are. but it's london! you gotta admit, that's at least slightly cool..."
i drowned her out. how was i going to make friends? i can't go to school everyday without friends. it took me 8 years to find louise, and i doubt ill be able to find anyone else to put up with my crap.
"bye mom" i say, fairly sure i inturrupted her, "i gotta catch the bus. love you"
she sighed and said "love you too, dan."
i put in my headphones as i walk to the bus stop. although i know i am more likely to make friends without them in, it's 7 in the morning and i need to stay awake.
i worry about school the whole time i wait for the bus to pick me up and take me to my own personal hell.

the day is somewhat of a blur until lunch. i go through the line to buy lunch, even though i packed one this morning, in hopes of finding someone to sit with. no such luck occurs. i end up sitting by myself at a small table in the corner.
i scan the cafeteria for friendly faces, hoping this whole "sitting alone" thing is not permanent. i find an interesting looking guy with dark brown curly hair. he looks familiar, although i didn't remember seeing him today. he is sitting with a pale boy with jet black, flat ironed hair. yes, one of my kind. i plan to try and talk to one of them if they happen to be in one of my later classes.
after lunch we have a 15 minute break, which i use to browse tumblr on my phone, alone in a corner once again. it goes by quickly, and suddenly i have to return to class.

my next class is english, one i consider my best subject. the teacher lets us pick our seats, so i choose a seat near the back.
i am watching who comes in when i recognise the curly-haired boy from lunch. i try to make eye contact and look as friendly as possible, which seems to work as he comes near my seat. he nods towards the seat next to me, silently asking if he can sit there. i nod.
"my name is pj, and i don't know anyone in here."
"my name is dan, and im in the same boat."
"you don't like talking to strangers either?"
"no, but im guessing the reason i don't know anyone is because i just moved here."
he looks intrigued by this, but the teacher signals for the class to quiet down.

i decide to walk home, since there was an abnormal amount of strange faces on the bus this morning, and i don't quite remember which bus to get on.
at least i made one sort-of friend, i thought to myself. that might turn into something.
and i also wanted to get to know the black haired boy. something about him interested me in a way that was completely new, but i wouldn't be able to explain even if i had felt it before.
i walk into my room, sigh, and crash on my bed. no homework tonight, so i waste the night until i drift off to sleep.

hey guys! I hope you liked the new chapter, I did my best to portray how I imagine Dan was before he met Phil. next chapter will most likely come tomorrow and it will be in Phil's POV.

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