25th - phan

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Phils POV

i had to admit it....
i WAS being a little douchey to him.
but I couldn't help it? I just kept replaying the scenes from senior year and it made me worked up. I guess I should learn to control how i react.

it's technically not my fault though. arguably.

I shrug it off and walk outside, daniel is already close to the entrance of the office. guess he really was pissed off. whatever as if I could care.

The nape of my neck was bare along with my face, letting the cold 6:00 am chilly air kiss me slightly. Leaving unnoticeable but feel able marks. it reminds me of school. this is the time where....me and Daniel would walk in and..
and....

I held out my hand in front of my face. it suddenly got chillier. I bring my hand forward and caress my skin. I'm crying. When did I start crying? why am I crying? why can't i stop crying?!

I bring my hands forward and block out all sunlight, leaving my eyesight to blindness . No no no no no, snap out of it. God dammit that was 3 years ago. Cut it out! please...

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"goooooosh danget, Phil!, you know I hate that class, can't we skip?" Daniel pleaded tugging onto my white button up. I scrunched up my face in confusion. "What? You never skip? I thought you liked this class!" I frowned. "Yeah but, it's just first period, come on!" Daniel smiled happily knowing he'll win me over. "If I get in trouble it's on you!" I put my book bag away in my locker smiling along with dan. Dan, I loved calling him that, he doesn't let anyone else call him that. I wonder why he wanted to skip though. "Come on Phil the hall monitors are gonna catch us if we don't go right now." Dan giggled as he took off. I willing followed along.

There he was. The boy who convinced dan to skip. "hey dan! and hello....Phil? my names—."

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"stop crying asshole, if you don't get moving we'll never be done with decorations." Someone's voice, a familiar one called out to me.

"Jesus Phil snap out of it you're annoying me!" Daniel...Daniel said as he slapped me.

I can't seem to get mad at him for that. He knows that I wouldn't get mad.

"sorry...." I say still dazed and hurt?

I don't know what I'm feeling, am I feeling the same exact way I did years ago? That same emptiness and betrayal. Why?

I look up and see Daniel, he's not angry, he's not happy, he's sad too.

he's twiddling with his thumbs, he looks up at Phil and darts his eyes away, he starts walking back to the building.

he's leaving. like he did that day. that same guilty and sorry expression.