a.m // phan

twenty eight

dan's pov

useless.

i stared at the white cinderblock wall blankly. i could cry but it wouldn't be worth it. they don't deserve for me to cry.

the door opened and i sat up a bit from my spot on the bathroom floor. it would either be a random person who needed the toilets who would see me but pretend they didn't and walk out or chris and pj coming to talk to me.

"dan?"

there's the first option out the window. i looked up from my spot on the cold tiled floor.

"phil." i said blankly.

he took a step forward. "you alright?"

"yeah." i put on a fake grin and lowered my head back into the sleeve of my sweater.

"hmn." he took more steps until he was right next to me sitting on the floor by my side. he smelled kind of vannila-y with a hint of fruit.

"sometimes i wish i could just leave." i whispered.

"how long has it been since you first moved here?" phil asked.

"about two or so months, i hate being the new kid though. it makes me the one of the easiest targets."

"it'll get better." he laughed. "we should get going, schools probably ended by now."

i nodded and followed him out of the bathroom catching another whiff of him. i smiled, he smells so good.

. . . .

i laid in bed rethinking what phil had said in the bathroom earlier. how could anything possibly get better? the more people find out about me the less they will like me. why would anyone want to be friends with the gay kid. i get bullied enough as it is. i've been to about five different schools because i can never seem to fit in. my mum says it's because people can't see all of my 'inner beauty' but i know that's just a bunch of bullshit.

i rolled over and pulled my blankets up to my neck watching the rain roll down my window, the moon adding a beautiful glow to the drops as they slowly ran along the glass.

a/n: okay so i have a problem this shit has nine hundred reads now like guys what the hell i love you all so much thank you