$20 For You {D.H. & P.L.}

It's More Complicated

I'd keep you safe
I'd keep you dry
Don't be afraid Cecilia
I'm the satellite

Phil
      I honestly don't want to go to school again. Unfortunately I have to, considering I'm physically okay. So, that's how I'm here, walking, because, well I have no clue. I'm just walking? On the other hand, I continue to pull down my sleeves and they cover my whole hand on one arm. Just a pair of white jeans, with a gray hoodie, that is like 8 sizes to big. The cuts on my face started to scab over, and the bruises are fading on my stomach. So that's good?

     Walking up to school, I attempt to scope out Dan in the court yard, clutching the hoodie he left. Searching around, I see every single other person but Da- Wait why don't I just look for terrified freshman. Looking around again, I see a group of freshman running quite quickly and highly terrified. Found Dan. Walking in that general direction, I see the back of a tall figure in all black, playing his phone. Brown fringe resting across his face, covering it from view.

   He looks up at me, and suddenly I'm not focused on that. With a bruise blossoming across his cheek, split lip.. dear lord. "Okay. About the freshman, I didn't do anything I just looked at them. I swear." He jokes, smiling weakly, and raising his hands up defensively. "Dude what happened to your face?" I blurt out, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I got in a fight, the other guy got it way worse than I did though, I'm fine. How are you?" He asks, sliding over on the bench, giving me room to sit.

I sit next to him on the bench, and pass him his hoodie silently. "Phil, you can keep it." He explains, passing it back to me. Sitting it on my lap, and I continue to pull down my sleeve. Looking at Dan, he seems to be more focused on my sleeve, and his face looks..conflicted? He takes my hand in his, and his eyes dawn on me, "You are fine, it's not noticeable, you are actually drawing more attention to yourself by doing that." I look down at our hands, still intertwined, and feel a warm blush creep up my cheeks.

The bell rings, and our fingers come unlaced, as he runs the opposite way to his classes. Great. I grab my stuff, and see Louise walking towards me, her pink hair bobbing as she walks. "So the pastel and the punk. Sounds like a great fanfiction." She jokes, shoving my should playfully. Another blush creeps up my cheeks, and I duck my face slightly. "Just be careful, Phil." Louise sighs, as she continues to walk beside me. "Why should I be careful?" I ask, squinting at her questionably. "He's Dan Howell, why shouldn't you be careful?" She laughs, before we walk into the school building.