Another phan one shots;)){Discontinued}

~Reaching for the moon but grabbing plants~

(memo: Phil loves plants, dan loves space..)

Daniel James Howell. Dan, as he liked to be called, has always liked space. Space has always been his thing. Since he was a very young boy, he had had space paint in his room, sticky, glow-in-the-dark stars attached to his ceiling, space models and space anything he could find. As he's gotten older, that seemed to stick with him. His room still looks the same as he had it when he was seven, yet he doesn't seem to mind it. His clothing will usually be a arrangement of dark colours, galaxy shirts and jumpers appearing once in awhile, mixed with black jeans and unconventionally zipped, space shoes. His backpack was a navy blue with little space ships and planets on the front of it. In all honesty, if it wasn't a surprise, he was a space geek. And he didn't mind. Of course, people would make fun of him for it. He was so different compared to the rest of the school, people liked to make fun of him. He was considered the quote on quote 'weird kid' of the school, up until a month ago when a new kid joined, named Philip Lester.

Philip Micheal Lester. Phil, as he prefers to be called, loves plants. Nobody exactly knows why, but he just does. His room will be decorated with a dark, forest green with plants on his wooden desk and windowsills. Little fake plants will litter the surrounding areas, as well as real plants, too. Since he's realized he can't take care of many real plants, he switched to fake ones. His outfit would be, usually, a dark green, (or light green/white) jumper with some plain shirts that have little creatures and animals on them. Black jeans and alpine shoes will finish the look, alongside a white backpack with tiny fish on it. When he joined the new school less than a month ago, he's been considered the 'weird kid' since. As much as he would prefer people to stop calling him that, it's hard to stop titles that appear out of nowhere. Phil wants to be left alone, happy. He wants to sit outside in a forest, looking over at the world and admiring the beauty of it all. He is different then everyone else. It's easy to tell. Sometimes, phil will ignore what they all have to say about him, walking away from them or putting in his earbuds to block out their words. Sometimes, people like to be even harsher, hurting him and being an overall asshole to him. As much as people want to help, nobody does. They know they should. But they can't. Reputations are something people worry about in this generation, too many people worry about it. Dan went through the same problem, getting bullied and beaten profusely, without a stop. Of course, since nobody helped stop them from hurting dan, nobody will help them stop from hurting phil.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Dans alarm blurted into his ears, making him groan and cuddle up his comforter more. Today was another useless school day. I mean, it is what school is stand for: six crappy hours of our lives. Dan sighed, hearing his alarm go off once more. He grabbed him phone, turning off the alarm and rolling onto his back. Dan looked up at the ceiling, looking at his stars that weren't glowing, considering it was morning. Sighing, dan walked out of bed, going over to his closet and picking out his clothes for the day ahead of him. Once he decided on a dark space jumper with black jeans, he pulled his shoes on, brushed his curly hair, and walked quietly down the stairs. As he reached the bottom stair, he heard the sound of his mother and father laughing and talking. He walked into the kitchen and smiled a bit, walking over to the fridge to get a water. "Morning, honey! How'd you sleep?" Mrs Howell asked, flipping a pancake. "It was alright, how about you?" Dan asked back, taking a sip of his water. "Why, I slept quite well and so did your father, didn't you, Todd?" Mrs Howell asked her husband, getting him to nod his head. "I sure did. Dan, aren't you gunna have any pancakes?" Mr Howell asked as he saw dan grabbing his bag to go. "No, not very hungry." Dan answered, making his mom roll his eyes. "Like usual, well, fine then, you're missing out!." Mrs Howell said, flipping the pancake once more. "Bye guys, love you." Dan mumbled, turning around to leave. "Bye, dan, love you, too!" Mr Howell exclaimed, waving goodbye as his mom said goodbye too. As he exited the house, he closed the door quietly, than began to run down the street with his arms stretched wide, as if he's an airplane. He laughed, continuing to run, going quickly down the road. Since he was early for school, he ran off into the forest. He loves the forest, especially at nighttime. All the stars shine up the entire sky, making it look absolutely beautiful. The forest is a very whimsical place to be, even when it's raining. The rain gives the forest a calm essence to it, the leaves falling off the trees and onto the soaked ground. Dan sighed as he entered the forest, taking in the view. "Damnit." Dan muttered to himself, seeing the time. He sighed in dissatisfaction, running off towards the school. As he arrived, people were walking into the school with their friends, laughing and talking. Since dan didn't have any friends, he walked in alone, breathing heavily as he walked through the doors. He swiftly walked to his locker, shoving random books into it and getting out other things. As he closed his locker, he was met with someone bumping into him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The voice said frantically, cowering away in fear. "It's okay." Was all dan said, smiling slightly at the scared being. "O-okay." The blue-eyed boy mumbled, swiftly walking to his class. Dan shrugged, walking sluggishly to his class, in which he wasn't excited for. As he reached his class, he opened the door, walking over to his seat and sitting down. "Okay, kids, so today we will be doing-" and dans mind blanked out. He was caught in his own mind, thinking about so much. He didn't have time to think about what the teacher was saying. He was thinking about the following day, why the kid was nervous bumping into him, when he's going to the forest again, everything but much more. His mind seemed like a empty void of imagination, but you needed the key to open up his thoughts and spill them onto paper or words he could recite without a care. Dan was quite a poetic boy, but he would never admit to it as long as he lived. "Mr Howell, are you even listening?" The teacher snapped him out of his thoughts, making him slightly jump, nodding his head as all eyes were looking at him. He felt self conscious with all the stares he got, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Okay. So, as I was saying, class, we are going to-" and dan blanked out again. He looked down, taking a piece of paper out and starting to draw on it. He drew some trees, little campfires, the stars and planets across a huge sky, things he thought about as he shouldn't have. "Okay, pack your stuff up and leave, I have nothing for you." The teacher exclaimed, pointing their hand towards the door.