Love At Last Sight//Phan AU

Ch. 4

quick a/n: i write the story from dan and phil's perspective differently on purpose. phil is more of a straight forward, concrete kind of thinker and dan is elaborate and sort of poetic in the way he processes things. i'm not saying that's how they are in real life but that's how i created them as characters. also, i know the whole alien thing is pretty sloppy and unrelated so far (i apologize for that i've never written science fiction before), but trust me here. as i kind of hinted at towards the end of the last chapter, the delcans play a pretty important role in the climax of the story. i just added in 'moon children' because i think vampires are hot and i felt like the story needed another nmythical creature. alright let's get on with it now.

(Dan)
I walked into the school, wearing a soft pink sweatshirt because I was trying to get Phil to notice me. Ever since my dream I've really wanted to get close to him. I don't want to miss my chance in case my dream comes true.
I walk through the front doors of the building and immediately notice Phil looking over at me. I let myself get too excited and I trip and fall, and the sound of the black haired boy sighing breaks my heart and fills my lungs up with water.

I have never felt more rejected than this.
...
And I was put up for adoption.

I hastily get up, worried that tears will start falling out of my eyes as they always do. Tears of rejection and hate and misunderstanding. It's like it fills me up in my lungs and exits out through my eye sockets. I have no friends, no family, no one who cares about me. I make my way towards my locker when I feel an electric jolt on my left shoulder.

I turn around to see Phil, staring at me. I stare in return and silence fills the hallways, despite them being full with the sounds of lockers slamming and high school chatter.
"I like your shirt."
Before I can stammer out a thank you he leaves, walking briskly away to whatever class he has. My emotions are all out of sorts, like a jigsaw puzzle I don't know how to solve.

(Phil)
I'm not sure what came over me earlier. It was a friendly compliment-erm..acquaintance-y compliment? I hate myself for being attracted to him. I feel disgusting. I'm not sure how to explain it. It was a nice shirt though. There's nothing wrong with being honest. Honesty is the best policy. It even says so in the bible.
"Thou shall not lie."
I'm not doing anything wrong.

(Dan)
I decide to write in my journal at lunch again. Usually I write events that have taken place, but sometimes I just scribble down some sad stuff. I look back on poems and song lyrics I've written.

"what if people are like bananas? we're all destined to either slowly rot away or be consumed by the pressures of society. we either die naturally or kill ourselves because we feel trapped. some people just get the privilege of rotting in the fridge while others lay splayed out on the counter, for everyone to watch and laugh."

Wow. I'm a depressed piece of shit. I decide to read one more entry. I find a short one.

"rip me apart and glue me back together out of order."

Jesus fucking christ. You'd think I was a depressed teenager--
oh wait.
I am.
I decide to add on a bit to that one.

"...like a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces never fit, like an outcasted star in a universe full of millions, like a coat hanger in a closet full of shoes, like a noose in a flowery meadow,
i don't belong.
i don't matter.
i don't make sense."

hm. seems accurate.

All of a sudden, sirens and alarms start going off in the building, everyone is panicking and i barely have time to put away my notebook before someone trips over me.

"Get up, Mr. Howell, and get to the commons area. We're having an emergency evacuation."

"But why?"
I ponder this question in my head as he shoves me into the crowd of students being herded out of the lunchroom by a short, old looking lady. As everyone starts filing into the commons area I notice Phil, looking around jumping, his expression making him seem as confused as I feel. As the entire school arrives in the room, the same short lady walks up to the podium and starts speaking into a small microphone.

"Students! Students can I have your attention please?"

Everyone shuts up and looks toward her.

"We are all cramped in this room right now because something...bad...is happening."

She lets that sink into the audience for a moment before continuing.

"As you all may or may not know, the Delcan clan has been outraged by president Rump's unfair treatment, and, rumor has it they are starting a war."

Everything goes silent for a moment as we all process what this means. The yellow fluorescent lights loom above like stars whose bulbs r e a l l y need to be changed. I look up and pray to the heavens that this doesn't mean what I think it means, and as I look across the sea of teenagers I notice Phil is doing the same, except there's a little more faith behind his prayers.

"I don't think any of us saw this coming, president Rump was always a good candidate and we all had so much faith in him. I think we can all agree that we never saw this coming." She hangs her head down and let's out a sigh of dissatisfaction as I let one out of anger. What the fuck do you mean you never saw this coming? Rump is literally the worst candidate to ever step foot on the earth! I decide to repress my emotions for now, I don't want to get caught up in the mix of all this. She continues her speech and I reluctantly tune in.

"Due to all of this, we need you kids to go home, watch the news, and pray that you don't get drafted to fight in the war. Does everyone understand? Nothing is more important to me than the safety of the children who attend this school."
Ohhhh, that's who she is. The Dean. She literally never comes here, that's probably why I only vaguely recognize her.

(Phil)
The enormous wave of people makes its way from the commons area to the exit, everyone who didn't grab their things is struggling to get back before the school shuts down. I'm still trying to process what's happening. Honestly I'm in shock. I stare with a blank expression on my face as the wave keeps pushing and pulling me along with it toward the big double doors. Why would president Rump do this? He seemed so intelligent and brave...was I actually...wrong? Wait a second, if I was wrong about this then what else could I be wrong about? Maybe i've been living my entire life based on what I think, and not the actual facts that are laid out in front of me. All of the things i've turned a blind eye to...like this.

No.

No, this is a one-time thing. I am right. Always right. I am a good, faithful human being and I will continue to do my best to make God happy.

As the wave eventually drops me off at my car I drive off towards my home, fully confident in the fact that there's nothing wrong with me. If i believe anything else, I might go crazy, my whole world might just tune upside down.

...wait...am i really that self-centered?