What if it's us? Phan

Part 1

(NARRORATORS POV)

Dan never made many friends, he never felt it was necessary to speak to
well
anyone.

Dan was practically mute, only speaking maybe 2 or 3 sentences a day only if absolutely necessary. He doesn't raise his hand in class, or speak up when asked a question, Dan was just quiet, but Dan liked the quiet.

Some days he would just sit under the flowery weeping willow tree and draw pictures of the trees and wildlife, other days he would imagine what it might be like if he talked to anyone, but deep down he knew it was best to stay quiet, to stay under his tree, it was safe, it was quiet.

Dan was sat under his weeping willow tree , writing in his pink fluffy diary in his favorite outfit, a creme colored crop top that hugged his torso lightly and a hem that drew a fine line around him. He wore his pleated light blue skirt that matched his sparkly blue gel pen perfectly, his jet black suspenders that were a tad too big, His light pink cat tail, and his black thigh-highs.

He tapped his pen against his chin thoughtfully, wondering what he should write next, for a mute, Dan sure had a lot to say, he would write intricate poems and sonnets, but he never had the courage to sing them to anybody, he doubted his voice would be any good.

Suddenly Dan was snapped out of his thoughts by the crunch of running feet on the gravel outside followed by unsteady breathing, he looked up from his journal and parted the vines of the tree slightly so he could see what was going on

He looked out to the world to see a boy around his age running from the jocks who were throwing puny insults and pebbles at him, suddenly, the boy ran and hid in the tree with Dan, probably not noticing he was there, Dan sheepishly tapped the boys shoulder and the boy squeaked in fear.

"Oh, um, hi, I didn't notice there was anyone here." He nervously fiddles with his thumbs.

Dan didn't know how to respond to the older boy, he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. He studied the boys face, scanning every inch of it, he was beautiful. Blue and black hair, and crystal blue eyes, like the clear oceans, deep enough to drown in, and a worrisome look plastered on his face,

Dan noticed He had been staring at him and looked away.

"Um, hello? you're not deaf are you?" Phil worried, he didn't want to talk to someone without realizing they were deaf, that would be rude of him

he shakes his head no.

"Then, erm, why won't you talk to me?" He asks.

"I-I p-pref-fer n-not t-to t-tal-k" Dan manages to stutter out

"Oh." He says glumly, it is silent for a few moments, and then Dan decides to speak up, which is something that only happens once in a blue moon.

"m-my n-name's D-Daniel b-b-by the w-way" Dan stuttered, holding out his frail, quivering hand for him to shake, the boy shook Dan's hand and gave him a warm smile.

"I'm Phillip, but all my friends call me Phil, and all my enemies call me emo scum" He giggles, Dan gave him a soft smile, unsure on what to say, Dan looks at his shirt and back up at him

"y-you l-like m-muse?" Dan asks curiously.

"Yeah I do, you do too then?" Phil smiles

"w-well o-obviously. o-or el-else I w-wouldn't h-have asked y-you, silly." Dan says and playfully hits Phil.

"Random question but do you sit under this tree all the time? it looks like someones been here a while." Phil says looking around the tree, which is decorated with a stack of books, fairy lights, and a pillow and blankets, along with stars hanging from a few of the tree vines.

"y-yeah I-I p-practical-ly l-live h-here" Dan manages to say.

"It's really rad! I mean for a tree." Phil laughs, oh his laugh was so lovely.

"th-thank you." Dan said, a blush creeping up his face

Phil chuckled "You're welcome." He smiled slightly. It was awkward for a hot second

"Listen kid, I gotta go, I'll see you around, yeah?" Phil smiles slightly.

Dan looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Um yeah I'll uh, I'll be here."