[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Twenty-One

chris

i wanted to get to know dan better, phil obviously had a friend liking to him so i guess i had to try and like this boy, see what phil finds so enlightening in him. phil gave me his address along with a few questions of 'why are you going over there?' and 'tell him i said hi'.

i walked up to a porch and checked the address written on my arm before i knocked and waited for someone to answer, if they were home. i heard shuffling and muffled whispers coming from inside and dan opened the door with a confused look on his face.

"chris, why are you here?" he asked, trying not to sound rude. i could tell he just woke up even though it was almost noon.

"i just came to see if you could possibly hang out? phil gave me your address." i smiled.

"um-" he turned around, probably looking for someone to probably get him out of this situation. i knew it, he didn't like me. coming here was such a fucking mistake.

"sure." he smiled and quickly slipped on his black ankle length boots, stepping outside and smiling at me before we walked down the porch and onto the sidewalk.

it was foggy outside and it looked like it was raining just a few hours ago and it was slightly cold out here, i was surprised that dan was only wearing  a long grey sweater that reached his knees and the shoulders were hanging down, covering a pair of blue skinny jeans.

"so how's your day been so far?" i asked him, slipping my hands inside my pockets and trying to make this situation less awkward.

"want the truth or want me to lie?" he mumbled like it was only supposed to be him to be the only one that heard what he just said.

"truth please."

"my life fucking sucks, every twenty four hours every seven days a week. i haven't smiled like i meant it in i don't know how many years. my mum's a fucking whore and i know she wishes that i wasn't even here." dan said, getting a bunch of things off his chest.

"i'm sorry." was all i forced myself to say. one, i've never even heard dan swear before and two, i didn't know he would ever open up to someone; let alone me.

"it's fine, you didn't do anything wrong."

i wanted to reply with how my day has been but my god my life was picture perfect compared to what he just told me. i know that sounds like a really cunty thing to say but-

"how has yours been?" he asked, turning to me and smiling. it was a fake smile.