Mr. Brightside // Phan

T H R E E

Phil's P.O.V
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You're probably wondering what happened with Alfie, Joe and Dan, right?

Well I'm sorry to say, I just kept on walking, I had assumed that Alfie and Joe were going down the road we walked pasted, so I kept on walking.

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When I got home, I logged onto my laptop and went onto YouTube. Non of the youtubers I was subscribed to had uploaded, so I went onto the 'Trending' page to take a look at what was there,

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I saw this animation called 'In A Heartbeat'
It looked good so I clicked on the video

Dans P.O.V
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On the way home, I ended up walking past Alfie, Joe and, Phil? Is Phil like, in their group now? That's great, another person to bully me, just what I need.

I tried to avoid them, but Alfie and Joe stopped in front of me, causing me to fall over and drop my things onto the ground.

I attempted to pick my stuff up and run away, but Alfie grabbed my t-shirt collar and pinned me against the closest wall, while Joe punched me in the stomach, throwing insults at me every now and then.

Alfie dropped me onto the ground and kicked me hard.

These 'beatings and insults' went on for a while until Alfie picked me up and punched me in the face and said

"Stay away from Phil yea? No one even likes you anyway, alright? You're worthless"

Then he dropped me again and kicked me, then walked away.

I just lied there for a while, taking in all the insults.

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Time skip, five minutes later
After a while, I decided to finally go home.

On the way home, I decided to play MCR, because they always make me feel better.

I put on 'Mama'

'Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell'

Well, if we all go to hell, that means Alfie, Joe and their friends will too, and if they go to hell, I'd rather go to heaven I thought, as I walked down the road in pain.

'Oh, well, now
Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die'

I mean, this song could cause an existential crisis, and I'm really not in the mood for one right now

'And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love'

I had arrived home now, I put my house key in the door, and unlocked it, chucking my bag down on the ground and made my way to the stairs when,

"Hey Dan, honey?" My mum called

"What do you want?" I wasn't really in the mood for any type of social interaction right now.

"Um, I've invited a friend, her kids and husband over for dinner tonight, their oldest son goes to your school, I thought it would be a good excuse for you to make at least one friend before you go off to collage" my mum explained

"Okay, mum, two things, One, I'm not going to collage! And two, I don't want friends! WHAT PART OF 'I ENJOY BEING LONELY DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I shouted, because my mum always seems to make decisions for me

"Daniel! What part of not shouting to your mother don't you understand?" My dad butted in

"Just leave me alone!" I said, running up the stairs to my room

"You better be down here in some proper clothes before the guests arrive, oh, And non of those black clothes of yours!" My 'dad' shouted, oh, by the way, he's my step father, he actually love me, he abuses me when mums not home, he also only married my mum so he could get a got reputation in this town, honestly, I'd rather live with my real father, but that's not an options, seeing as he died on the other side of the world.

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After a few hours of endless depression and scrolling through tumblr, the doorbell chimed, basically saying that I had to get ready, so, I got up and ran to my door, looking for something that's not black.

In the end, I went with a doge t-shirt, black jeans, and my horned hoodie.

I sat in my room until my mum called me downstairs to meet the guests.

As I walked down, I wondered who they are, my mum mentioned something about their oldest son being at my school.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was treated with a warm hug.

"Oh Daniel! I haven't seen you since you were as young as Alex here! Oh you were so young, but look at you now! you're all grown up! You're going to collage next year and everything!" Someone who I don't recognise spoke.

"Dan, this is Sherlin, my good friend, this is her youngest child, Alex, she's 2 years old, this is Martyn her second child, he's 7-" my mum started but was cut off

"Actually miss lady I don't remember, I'm 8 in three months!" Martyn said.

"Right, sorry Martyn, and this is Phil, He's as old as you! And he goes to your school!" My mum finished