The End

22. Surprise

A/N: Can you guys see the whole last chapter or is it just blank?

Dan's POV: (same day)

Later in the day, it is obvious that Phil is no longer scared of the school and the people in it. He has become more comfortable and less tense.

After lunch, Phil and I walk hand in hand back to our classroom. Our class is in the less crowded part of the school. It is surrounded by a bunch of other empty classrooms. We walk in without knocking and we immediately wish we had.

Mr. Joseph and Mr. Colin are making out at the front of the class. Mr. Joseph has Mr. Colin pressed against the whiteboard and Mr. Colin has his legs wrapped around him.

"Wow!" I say as Phil gasps. I put my hand over his eyes to block the scene from his sight.

"Oh shit!" says Mr. Colin as Mr. Joseph yells, "Fuck!"

They quickly step way from eachother and straighten out their clothes. They look at us with wide eyes.

"We're going to have to kill them now," whispers Mr. Colin to Mr. Joseph.

"What?!" exclames Phil as he looks at them from between my fingers.

"It's not like we're going to tell anyone," I roll my eyes as I hold up Phil and I's intertwined fingers.

"Thank God! I really didn't want to kill again," Mr. Colin sighs in relief.

"Oh, shut up," chuckles Mr. Joseph as he shoves Mr. Colin lightly.

"Again?" asks Phil. We laugh.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to your students," says Mr. Joseph before he gives him a quick peck and starts to walk out. Mr. Colin smacks his bum. His face turns bright red. "Charlie!"

"Bye, cutie," winks Mr. Colin.

"Eww, we're still in here," I say.

"Oh, be quiet and go to your desk."

Phil giggles at that and leads the way to our seats.

I can't believe I just saw out tutor and headmaster making out.

* * *

"Hey, do you want to hang out at my place today?" I ask Phil as I drive onto our street.

"Um, sure. I don't remember it, though," he blushes.

"Its alright. I'll show you around again," I chuckle.

"Thanks."

It doesn't take long before I drive through the huge gates of my house and park in the garage. I purposefully leave my backpack in the car. Phil doesn't notice

"Wow, you have a nice house," says Phil as he steps out of the car and walks to my side.

"Thanks," I say as I hold his hand and lead him I inside.

Phil's POV:

"Welcome to my house!" says Dan cheerfully as we walk though the front door.

"This place is so nice!" I say as I take in every detail. Everything is so aesthetically pleasing. It makes me never want to leave.

"I did the interior decor," Dan says proudly. He leads me up the stairs.

"I remember these!" I exclaim in excitement. This is the first thing I have remembered of Dan. It is the baby pictures that run up the whole staircase, going from youngest to oldest.