Blue Eyes & Grey Skies//Phan

It Never Stops

Italics = flashback

"Daniel!" Dan's mother screeched the second he opened the door. "I got a frickin call from the school! Where the hell were you?! I didn't raise my son like this! My son wouldn't skip."

"See? Isn't skipping fun?" Phil asked taking a bite of pizza.

Dan looked around the pizza place, expecting to feel some sort of guilt or regret, and instead he just felt relieved. "Yeah." Dan smiled.

"Please Mom, not right now." Dan deadpanned.

"Then when Daniel? Because obviously I didn't do a good job before? So when can I teach to have common sense?!"

"It's common sense!" Dan argued.

"If Pre-Cal to you is common sense, then you have issues." They both laughed. Dan clasped his hands together, only a thin layer of grease separated them. Cringing at the grease, Dan got a napkin and wiped his hands, Phil followed accordingly.

"Thank you, Phil." Dan spoke genuinely.

"Anytime." Phil responded. "We should skip again."

"I won't skip again!" Dan yelled. He was quite annoyed, his mom was making a if deal out of nothing.

"How can I trust you! You lied to me! My own son lied to me! 'I won't skip again!' Is BULLSHIT Daniel! B U L L S H I T!"

"Bullshit!" Dan yelled, Phil rolled his eyes and picked up the stack of cards.

"You know you're actually good at this." Phil complimented.

"At what?" Dan asked confused, carefully scanning the cards in his hands.

"The game: bullshit."

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks... BULLSHIT!" Dan called. Phil smiled, and Dan knew he was wrong. He groaned while picking up the stack of cards.

"Don't get arrogant. Calm down."

"Calm down!" Dan told his mother, which only fueled her hatred.

"GET OUT OF DAMN HOUSE NOW!"

"Fine." Dan huffed walking to his front door. Once he opened it, a chilly breeze immediately hit him, it was pleasant. He made his way outside and sat on his porch, his arms draped over his knees as he sat there thinking. Quietly.

"You're very quiet." Phil commented, snapping Dan out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"Oh-Uh-I mean- I guess." Dan stammered embarrassingly.

"Do you know what college you're going to?" Phil asked.

"A community college." Dan responded with a shrug.

"WHAT?!" Phil exploded pulling over to the side of the road. Once he stopped the car, Phil forcefully grabbed the collar of Dan's shirt. Dan stared at him wide-eyed."Danyul! You have one of the highest grades at our school!" Dan simply shrugged again. "Did you not apply or-"

"I didn't. I have tons of letters from colleges though, saying they'll provide scholarships and stuff."

"Bullshit. Accept one of them, become great." And before Dan could answer Phil was already back on the road, turning the radio up as loud as it could be without bursting their eardrums.

Dan sighed and looked at the street in front him. He expected little kids to playing, laughing, screaming, he always expected that. But there were never any children. Not anymore at least. Dan sat outside for a couple hours, until he snuck back inside and into bed, not caring about homework or his responsibilities. After all, it was a long day, a very long day. But it was not the long day that makes your brain feel like mush, or that makes you feel tired of living. It was the long day that you can't help but keep looking back at. Smiling at the memories and the people, sad for the day to end. It was that long day, it was a great day, for Dan, at least.