Speak to Me

2-Apology

I WROTE THIS REALLY FAST DON'T EXPECT THIS FOR TOO LONG BECAUSE PRCRASTINATION SORRY.

~Dan's POV~

I felt like such a complete and utter ass at the moment. I had no idea that Phil kid or whatever his name was, no one had clarified his name to me, but beside the point, I had no idea the kid actually couldn't talk. When I was told that, I just, I couldn't handle myself at that moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just ran. I had no choice in that option, I couldn't just sit there and be constantly reminded about how I treated the kid, what I said.

I walked towards my study period  seeing Phil walking not too far ahead of me with PJ, I guess he had the same class as me, I know PJ's class was across the hall a ways. I thought for a second, debating with myself about whether or not to make my way over to them and apologize to Phil. Or I could wait until the period started started and someone convinced to teacher to let us go outside like we did every warm day and just say something there. That would be better.

I stepped into the class and saw Phil sitting in the corner a ways, just staring out the window. I quietly stepped over to the desk next to him and sat down in it. He looked over at me and his gaze quickly diverted away, back towards the window. I let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair fiddling with the bracelet around my wrist, waiting for the class to officially start up.

Sure enough, as soon as the class started, everyone was begging to be let outside. The teacher finally gave in and I stood up and grabbed my things up and walked out last from the class and headed out and went over to Phil sitting down on the grass a bit away and reading a book in his hand. I slowly sat down next to him, "Hey..." I said softly crossing my legs.

He looked up at me with his bright blue eyes, and the same tingly weird feeling flew through me just like earlier when we ran into each other, I still didn't understand it, and I hoped that Phil felt whatver this was to so I didn't seem like I was anymore insane.

I snapped out of my daze when Phil started waving his hand in front of my face, I felt a blush creep up and quickly shook it away, "Sorry...Can I talk to you?" I questioned and nibbled on my lower lip watching him.

He pulled out a notebook and held in in his lap and gave a small nod as he opened up to a sheet of paper, already covered in some words and phrases, from conversations earlier would be a good guess.

"I'm sorry for how I acted towards you earlier," I started off and watched his eyes flick up from the pen he had started twirling in his fingers, "I didn't know about you being mute...and if I did I would have never of said it to you, in fact I shouldn't have even said it no matter what, I was just in a bad mood this morning and took it out on the first person I saw, so if you could please accept my apology...and we could try to be...I don't know friends maybe?"

Phil picked the pen up and pulled the notebook up and wrote across it. I watched as he brushed his black fringe from his eyes and hold the notebook out for me to read, 'I guess that would work, just don't be a complete twat to me anymore and we could try and be friends.'

I smiled and nodded, "I won't be, promise," I said and felt my stomach do a weird flip thing. "So Phil...Is it alright if I ask you a few questions, and you do the same for me? I wanna get to know you a bit better."

Phil nodded and smiled. When he smiled, I basically melted at the sight, it was basically pure perfection. It could light up the whole world.

"So, what's your full name?" I asked him and pulled my knees up and wrapped my long arm around them softly watching as Phil wrote down on the paper and held it up.

'Philip Lester is my full name, but I prefer Phil, if you call me Philip unless you're my mum, I'll bite you,' Phil had written down on the paper with a smile and looked up to meet my gaze softly.

"Got it," I nodded and smiled, "I have the same kind of thing about my full name, no Daniel, just Dan for me."

Phil smiled and flipped to a new page in his notebook and tapped his pen on the paper, obviously thinking deeply to himself.

"I have another question, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to," I whispered and tapped my finger against my leg nervously, not wanting to go too far with asking Phil any questions and scare him away, but the curiosity inside him kept growing and growing, "Um...are you mute because you were born with wonky vocal chords or is it like because you just stopped talking...?"

Phil was a bit taken back by the question, but he slowly raised his pen, you could see the small shake in his hand, I just didn't know why. He wrote across the paper again, taking some time to, must have been a decent length story then.

'When I was 13, I was having some problems with other people and I don't know why it happened, but I just stopped talking, I just couldn't bring myself to let out the words that I wanted to say. So at that time, I only spoke to my parents, and my other close family members, everyone else in my family didn't even question it. But soon, I couldn't bring myself to talk to them all either, and I just stopped then too, I don't know why and I don't know if I could ever try and speak again, but frankly I'm okay with not doing so, my mum has tried to send me to shrink after shrink about it and having me get fixed or whatever it is she tries to do about this, but that's about how it went down.' Phil had written down. My heart ached a bit the further through I got reading it. He must have felt so reserved and alone to literally shut out the entire world from him and just stop. The thought of all that was just heart wrenching. I moved closer to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders, feeling that spark shoot back through my skin, my mind lingered on that for a minute, I watched Phil's face drop slightly and he looked down at his lap.

"Phil?" I asked softly and rubbed my hand over his shoulder, "I won't let anyone hurt you here okay? You are safe so long as I'm your friend and I'm here, you can be comfortable around me."

Phil let out a quiet smile and leaned himself into my chest. My heart immediately picked up and I smiled. The bell soon rang and we both stood up and I made sure to help him to his next class continuing to talk and laugh with him the whole way there, until we had to part our ways, my heart yearning for his presence again for the rest of the day. I hate to admit it. But I'm pretty sure I had developed a small crush on the new kid.

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