Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 44

||Phil's POV||

For the rest of the day, Dan refused to go downstairs, embarrassed. Turns out he was pretty loud. Not that I was complaining.

On Monday I drove him home, his mom calling as she finally came back.

It's currently Tuesday and my day hasn't started out the greatest. I got up and texted Dan, getting no reply. Not to mention how cold it is today, and to top it off, it was raining. I figured dan would want me to drive him to school, so I drove over to his place. I waited there for much longer then I probably should have. After calling and texting him I finally decided to go to school.

I walk into school and go straight to homeroom, yet still not hearing from Dan. It's not til my 2nd period that the door opens and a tragic mess of who I call my boyfriend walks in.

"Daniel, we're glad you finally decided to show up." My science teacher smiles, a rude tone to her voice.

"Sorry mam. My morning hasn't been the best." He says, handing her a slip and walking to his seat. He meets my gaze and gives me a defeated look.

At the end of that class the teacher gives us 10 minutes of free time. I immediately turn to Dan, who looks half asleep. "So, how's your morning been?" I ask curiously.

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||Dan's POV||

How has my morning been? Well. If you must know..

I woke up just on time, and went to grab my phone. It was dead. And hey, of course I had to leave my charger at Phil's house.

Then I get up, and see that all my hoodies are either dirty, torn or blood stained. Great.  I go with wearing one Phil left here. So then I go into the bathroom to try and fix my mess of hair. But no, I have to spend 20 minutes trying desperately for my hair not to frizz.

Finally, I don't look like crap. Besides the bad hair, the dark circles under my eyes and the hickeys and bruises which I find hard to differentiate.

Then halfway down the stairs I slip, falling the rest of the way down. So that's great. Now I've got a busted lip and a bruise soon.

It doesn't stop there because I go into the downstairs bathroom to clean myself up, only to slip on my way out.

Here we go, check the time, and I was supposed to be out of the house 10 minutes ago. I grab what I think is everything I need and run out of the house.

I realize it's raining and freezing and walk back into my house. I call Phil's house phone only to have his mom pick up. "Hello?"

"Hi Mrs. Lester. It's me, Dan. Uh.. is Phil there?"

"No, he left for school a few minutes ago."

"Okay.. Well thanks anyway." I say, screaming in my head.

"No problem." I hang up, groaning and walking into the garage.

I reluctantly drag my bike out and head to school. I'm about halfway there, riding in the rain, when I realize I don't have my backpack.

After some yelling and frustrated tears, I get back home and pick up my backpack. By the time I get to school, I'm drenched and panting. It's nearly 10 and I still haven't walked into class.

I walk in to my science class, only to get strange looks and a teacher with a disappointed tone. I go through the rest of the class with the teacher singling me out for no reason.

Then when we have a break, Phil turns to me and has the nerve to ask..

"So, how's your morning been?"

I give him a death glare, so absolutely done with today. "My morning has been the very definition of disastrous."

"What happened?" He wonders, eyes scanning over me worriedly. I spend the next 5 minutes describing the never ending train wreck that was my morning.

"So yeah. There you go. If that says anything about how I'm doing, there it is."

"Sorry, but.. you called my mom?"

"Well- I called your house." I laugh, remembering the contents of this weekend. Well I was embarrassed to even walk by her and I spoke to her. She must be a little confused.

"Why didn't you call me Angel?"

"I.. Well that would've been smarter actually.." I trail off, realizing that would've saved me a lot of time.

"Yeah. I could've picked you up."

"UGH. I give up." I groan, rubbing my hands over my face tiredly. "Why does my life suck so bad?" I mumble, my voice cracking as tired tears fill my eyes.

"Hey.. it's okay." Phil says softly, pulling me in for a hug. "Just a bad morning, it'll get better."

"Will it?"

"I'll make sure of it." He says firmly, placing a hand on my cheek. "Okay Love?"

"Okay.." I trail off, my eyes meeting his. He leans in, his soft lips meeting my sore ones. When we pull away, I notice the eyes on us, but ignore it. 

"Is it getting better?" He mumbles, a blush creeping onto our cheeks. 

"Yeah." 

~~868 words~~

whoop whoop I had a panic attack today during school. 

Lovely. yeah I'm really scared to go to school tomorrow. 

If only my anxiety didn't exist.. ugh. 

-M