Delirium (Phan AU/Currently Rewriting)

Chapter 1

(Warning: Mentions of alcohol)
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We never planned it this way, the both of us.
Our stories- our lives- were never meant to fold out into this tale so emotional and harrowing yet so terribly perfect.
I guess you can say it was like a tidal wave. You can never control Mother Nature, yet in the strangest of times she can wash up and surprise you.
We never planned it this way.
Yet somehow, it all makes sense.
... Dan's POV...
"Danny?"
The Earsplitting hum of an alarm. Darkness shifting to piercing light. Whispers.
"Daniel, wake up."
The shake of forceful hands, blistered with age. The swift sound of motion through the air. Cold air.
"Bloody hell Daniel! Get out of bed before you're late for work!"
Shouting. The pungent smell of a drinker's breath. Searing heat. Pain. Sighing.

A loud thunk came across my skull.

I make my eyes into fine slits just to see my mum leaving the room with an agitated huff. I roll my eyes and bring my attention to my forehead. She must have smacked me with a remote for all the pain I was feeling. I bash my fist atop the blaring alarm and let my body adjust to the light. Peering at the now silent clock, I slip a curse under my breath: It's half past 10 and I'm 5 minutes late for work. I'm surprised my mum didn't go to greater lengths to get me out of bed.

Running to my closet I pass by my calendar and notice the large circle over tomorrow's date. The start of school. The ring of black Sharpie truly matches the gloom that will come with that day. Could this really be the end of Summer holiday? The weeks had flown right over my head, and now I'm left with a tired body and an empty brain.

After a long moment of procrastination I decide to drag my aching body to bathroom and quickly shower. After a few minutes of lovely warm water I rush back to my room to shimmy on some skinny jeans and throw on a shirt quickly before tediously flat ironing my hair and meandering down the stairs.

My mum grasps her chipped coffee cup and throws me a nasty, sunken-eyed glare. While taking a sip- it appears to be some sort of Whiskey this time and not Scotch, her favorite- she screeches in her most serious tone, "If you want to be a lazy ass bum, you can get out of my house." I tread with slight fatigue as I grab my keys and laugh, hastily shuffling out the door.

"What a bitch," I chuckle to myself, peeling into my mum's besmirched minivan and starting the engine.
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I arrive minutes later at my job, rubbing my eyes at the sight of the illuminated "STARBUCKS" letters. I loathe it here, but it pays well so I have to stay. I tumble out of the van and canter towards the door.

"Dan, you're late! Boss will kill you if you keep doing this!" I hear my friend Pj call as I go to grab my apron and name badge. "Thanks for covering me Pj," I mumble. Pj was the only thing that made work worth while. He was my only friend, a creative mind who could always keep you on your toes.
"And what happened to your face?"
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I take my place at the cash register and wait for the swarm of sleep-deprived hipsters to flood through the doors. I guess being cashier wasn't the worst thing in the world. At least they didn't find me responsible enough to handle drink orders. That task was left to Becky, thank the heavens. She was most likely the only person who could understand the lingo that other used when ordering their drinks. Peej always talks about how he wants to ask her out. She seems like a levelheaded girl with good manners, I just don't see what Pj's always on about. Then again I almost never do.

An few hours come and pass, leaving me with the same empty and unsatisfactory feeling of every work day. I start to loosen the tie on my apron as I eye the clock, watching the little hand tick and waiting for the best moment of the day. My break.

That's when he walks in.

The hands of the clock seem to stop as the door slowly closes and we come face to face. A boy with inky hair, cerulean-like eyes, and a jawbone that could cut steel meets my gaze and comes up to the register.