the boy from room 205 - Phan

A new found friend | Dan

Dan woke up the next morning by the alarm the doctor had made everyone put at 8 am. He was never one to get u early so this wasn't a plus according to him.

*knock knock*
"Are you awake mr Howell?" a female voice spoke through the door. Dan sat up a bit as he replied with a grunty yes.
"Breakfast is served"
He got up. Put on a hoodie over hus band merch tee and the same pair of jeans as yesterday as it was quite a bit colder this wednesday. He grabbed his phone and began heading down to the open floor. The mansion had four floors. All had its respective patients all with different kinds of illnesses and such. The first floor was the open floor, which means, dining hall, library, a small gym like room, a pharmacy and the psychiatrist/doctors hallway. The second floor, where Dan was commited, was the mental illness floor, third floor: the physical illness floor such as cancer. And the fourth floor was where all the mentally insane was locked up.

The beakfast it self wasn't much to cheer for but they had cereal so all was right in Dans world. He looked out over the dining hall only to realise ha hadn't interacted with anyone since he go there. He had no idea who to sit with but then he saw the green hoodie guy.
"Hey, Phil right?" he said trying to block out his inner introvert as much a humanly possible. Phil shoot his head up immediately.
"y-yeah, you're Dan" Dan nodded.
"can I sit?" He asked, Phil nooded. The boys sat in comfortably awkward silence until Phil spoke up.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you in here?" He played a little with his sandwich.
"I was put in emergency cause I tried to kill myself but they put me here cause I'm bipolar" Dan admitted. "You?"
"Well, I was admitted for anorexia and clinical depression but I don't have anorexia, I'm just small" Dan looked down and saw that the boy infront of him definitely wasn't just small. The hoodie looked gigantic on him even though it was probably a medium in mens and his face was small and he was very pale so if it wasnt for his blushy cheeks you could've believed he was a dead man walking. He hadn't touched his sandwish and had only took a sip of his water.
"Okay. Well whatever the reason is maybe it's for the best that we are here. You and I both." He continued, trying to hide the pain he felt for the older guy.
"Yeah. So were you born in Berkshire?" Phil said quickly tring to change the subject. Dan nooded.
"Yeah in Wokigham"
The boys kept on talking. Dan thought it was a pleasant conversation. So did Phil.

10:30

Dan had sat down in the living room after breakfast. In his left hand a pencil while his other hand rested on the sketchpad. A dragon was appearing on the page.
Dan found his peace in creating life forms on the paper; no matter where he was he always had a sketchpad and a pencil with him.

Just as he was finishing up the last details of the drawing he heard the lift come up and footsteps approaching. Dan, not being very interested in the world around him, didn't look up.
"hi" Dan heard and looked up to see Phil sit down across from him once again.
"oh, hey Phil" Phil smiled at him.
"what are you drawing?"
"dragon" Dan realised just after he said it that it sounded quite irritated at Phil and decided to look up with a small smile at the fragile boy and handed him the sketchpad.
"this is amazing!"
"thanks" Dan said with a shy laugh as he scratched his neck. "There's some other stuff in there if you wanna look, you don't have to!"
"Oh cool, I'd love to"
As Phil looked though the drawings questions started popping up in his head.
"I've always loved to draw. I remember my mum telling me stories about how when I was 4 I said I'd open an art gallery and I would have painted all the art in it. Stupid childhood dream huh?" Dan said mocking his younger self as he was ashamed to admit that this was still his dream today. Phil snapped his head up really quickly from the sketchpad.
"It's not stupid!" he said in a snappy manor. "A dream can be as crazy, unrealistic and insane as you want. If it's your dream then it can't be stupid, never let anyone tell you otherwise. You're my friend and I wont let you call yourself stupid."
Dan found the entire reply flattering but his head still spun around the word friend.
"did you just call me your f-friend?" Phil froze.
"I'm sorry.. o-ofcourse you d-don't w-wanna be f-friends with m-me." He said sadly. "I sh-sh-shouldn't have assumed"
before dan could explain himself Phil left. Dan felt terrible for hurting Phil. He really liked him. Phil was a great person he never meant to hurt him. He wasn't mad at Phil he was shocked. Dan didn't have frinds at home he has his younger brother by 9 years and the family dog. That had been enough for him. He had never felt like he needed friends and now he was 18 and he had been relativly okay up until now. he never thought of befriending or even talking to anyone, but there was something with Phil that made Dan feel worth something for once in his life. He decided that he wasn't gonna screw this chace at a new friend if he didn't necessarily have to.

Dan walked up to the door that read 205, Lester, Phillip Michael. And knocked three times.
"it's open" He heard a muffeled voice from inside. He opened the door and walked in.
"can I continue my sentence now?" Dan asked. Phil spun around on his bed and looked at the younger boy. He nodded slowly awaiting a wave of mean comments and hurtful words but none came instead what he heard brought him to a smile.
"I'd love to be your friend, Phillip Michael Lester. I just didn't know you'd like to be mine"
"Are you kidding?" he said quickly sitting straighter up. "who wouldn't wanna be your friend. Your smart, talented, funny, nice and quite handsome as well if i may add"
Dan looked down and smiled, blushing.
"I could say the same to you mister"
"also dont ever call me by my full name again makes me feel like I'm back in school" with that both boys laughed. Dan sat down, cross legged, in front of Phil. They began a mild discussion as getting to know each other better.

Dan liked Phil, his precence made him feel a little better already. Maybe these years wouldn't be so bad with Phil by his side.