This Is Where It Starts (Without Trilogy Part I) (Phan) -Completed-

Hour 3

Dan.

Ahh...

Wake up, Dan.

Wha? I'm up.

Have you seen this?

Titanic? Who hasn't?

It's so great, right?

I mean, yeah.

That, that's the kind of thing that
I want to act in.

Chick-flicks?

Well, if you're being general about
it, yes.

Who'd you audition for?

The lead, of course! Strong, handsome.
Dashing. 

Dashing means handsome.

Double handsome, then.

Yeah, no.

What's that suppose to mean?

Don't get me wrong, you're cute. But
only in the nerdy sidekick way.

No way.

You really think you could pull off
Jack?

Of course! See, I've been practicing.

Oh, my god. What is that supposed
to be?

It's my flirty face! It's good, right?

That's the worst "flirty face" I've 
ever seen.

Stop laughing! I think it was good!

You look severely constipated.

Ha, ha. As if you could do any better.

I don't need a face; I've got mad
skills.

Oh really?

Really. It's all in the words, my
friend.

What's your line?

Usually, "Excuse me, Miss," or sir,
depending, "I hope you don't have
any plans tonight. Beyond, of course,
a drink more, pizza, with me, and
whatever follows."

That is awful.

But it works.

Somehow.

It one hundred percent does better
than that stupid face.

Well, I've never tried. That was my
trial run.

Makes sense.

God, you're cynical. If I can get through
you, not critic is ever going to drag me
down.

In what kind of fantasy world would
that be true? I'm easy, really.

Ignoring the obvious 'That's what she 
said', not everyone could possibly be
so awful.

Critics could. It's kinda their job.

Maybe true, but they won't be so
sarcastic about it.

It'd be funnier if they were.

Why are you so rude, anyways?

Rude? I'm not rude.

Have you even heard yourself talk?

I'm nice.

To who? The voices in your head?

Especially to them. Look, I just
wanted a quiet bus ride, alright? I
have a lot going on right now.

Right, your grandmother. You're
probably super rude to her too.

Dude, I know you're mad but-

Seriously, what even is your problem?
I just wanted to get on the bus, maybe
make a friend with the cute guy sitting
next to me, and all you do it act like a
mega-bitch from moment one!

Stop! You don't know how hard this
is for me, okay? My grandma is the
only person who's ever given a damn
about me. I'm sorry if I've been rude,
but there's just a lot going on.

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you
upset.

No, you did. Don't try and act like
you didn't, because you were angry
and had every right to. This is all my
fault. I ruined your ride, and I'm sorry.

No, I shouldn't have pressured you to
talk when you obviously didn't want
to.

And I shouldn't have been so rude. 

You're just being realistic. I knew New
York would be a hard dream to keep. 
I just never realized the full extent of
what was going to happen.

We aren't getting anywhere with
this.

No, we really aren't.

Okay. In apology, Phil, I have a
deal for you. I'll be staying with
my grandmother for a few weeks,
until...you know, and I'm thinking
of moving into the city. Therefore,
if you ever need a roommate or
a place to stay, you can move in 
with me.

Seriously? You don't even know if
I'm a serial killer or not yet!

You're too pure to kill. 

Why does everyone say that?

Because it's true. Anyways, make
sure no one pees in my backpack, 
alright? I need to get some sleep.

Pees in your...? Yeah, sure. 'Night.

'Night.