wrists ; phan au ✓

6.

it's been a while since dan ran away. 3 months, for an exact answer. he wanders around, asking people for food and, occasionally, money. most of the time people deny giving him money, but gladly offer him food.

as he laid on bench at a bus stop, a small dog jumped up and sat next to him. he sat up and started petting the dog.

"good boy," he said; however, the dog's owner came running down the street.

"quinn!" they said, panting. "there you are. thank you so much for keeping her company." he grabbed the small dog from dan's hands, and dan was left alone again.

i kinda do miss home. my mom, dad, adrian. all my "friends" from school.

dan stood up and walked towards the bus stop sign. the bus stopped in front of him, and he got on the bus. before he could sit, however, the bus driver stopped him.

"hey, kid, where's your fare?"

"i-i don't have any. i'm sorry."

"then get the hell of this bus. no fare equals no ride."

"please. i just wanna get home. ive been gone for 3 months."

"save that for the court. get off my bus, or i'll be required to call the police."

dan walked towards the door of the bus, but before he could get off, the kid in the first seat stopped him. he held out his hand and gave dan £5.

"thank you," he mouthed. he handed the money to the bus driver and sat down next to his anonymous tipper. he looked to his right, and there sat phil lester.

a/n: ik it sounds cliche, but i hv to to progress it along so!!

btw i came out w a new book if u wanna check it out

i find it ironic im writing this bc i domt ship phan but ok