"happy" - phan

What's wrong, Dan?

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I stared blankly at the white wall above me, my body spread across the uncomfortable bed as my brown eyes bored into the ceiling. 

I don't think I got any sleep last night. Hell, it's hard to sleep when your spending your time crying your eyes out.

My body ached, my arms burned, and my heart hurt.

The distant pitter patter of rain tapped outside my bedroom window, the classic weather of London striking once again in the season of winter.

I could hear my alarm clock go off, the irritating sound quickly shutting off as I whacked it with the back of my pale hand.

Sighing, I sat up and scooted off of my bed, the wood of the floor cold against my feet.

I walked to my small closet and tugged down a long sleeved baby blue shirt, slipping it on and pulling down some pants which were folded on a hanger. I then put on the ripped white jeans, shortly after stepping into my black shoes.

With a scratch of my head, I walked in front of my wall mounted mirror and trailed my eyes down my figure.

Disgusting.

I shook my head, turning around and walking towards my door (grabbing my checkered black and white backpack before) and exiting the room cautiously and slowly in hopes I wouldn't disturb my sleeping dad- or Charles, as he told me to call him ( A/N I choose a random name of course). He didn't want any reminders that I was his disappointment of a son.

I tip-toed down the staircase and exited the house swiftly, the rapid beat of my heart filling my ears.

The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks, the regret of not having a jacket downing upon me. I shrugged it off though, lightly shivering as I walked down the sidewalk.

Birds chirped, dogs barked, and a tall boy exited a house across the street and a few houses down.

From what I could see, he had black hair and pale skin, a scowl on his face and was wearing a lot of gray. He appeared to be Phil Lester, my best friend's boyfriend who I know she was going to break up with. Why? I don't exactly know, but she told me she liked someone else. I turned my head away and looked to the ground to avoid him noticing my staring. 

------- Phil POV

Jesus fucking Christ, it's school.. again? I swear to god summer started yesterday.

With an annoyed sigh, I slammed the house door closed and began walking down the driveway and then the sidewalk.

I glanced over to the other side of the road and noticed a smaller boy walking down it, wearing a blue shirt, white pants, and black shoes. His face was blank and distant, before he then started smiling, and then stopped, before then returning to smiling.

He did this multiple times before he stopped his  little, strange(?) act as though he was practicing smiling. The smiles looked so forced and fake on the familiar looking guy's face, but then again; what do I know.

He's probably psycho. 

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my earphones (which were already plugged into my phone) and put them in my ears, bringing out my phone and hitting (play) on the playlist. 

We both continued walking down the same direction, before a bad thought came to my mind.

He probably goes to my school. And on my bus stops.

Fuck, this psycho LIVES near me.

With another annoyed sigh, I continued down to the bus stop (and so did he) and stopped with him only stopping a few feet away from me seconds later.

I wasn't new to this school. In fact, I have been going here since freshman year up to this year (senior year). My gaze slowly trailed over to the boy, before I recognized him.

"Well if it isn't Smiley Howell."

He flinched at my words and turned his heads towards me, a smile plastered on his face.

His brown eyes look puffy and red, his look once again "blank and distant."

"Hey P-hil." He said with a crack, gulping and turning his head away.

My mind questioned why he even looked the slightest bit sad. I mean, he literally was nicknamed smiley for being the happiest person known to the school, but I shrugged it off, deciding that his well being wasn't really a big concern to me.

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