Beyond Repair

Two

A/N- So. Hi. I felt like writing cuz ya know ya boi has nOTHING BETTER TO DO! YAY! *clears throat* Yay. This is random and I havent written in this story for... *inhale* iTS BEEN A WHILE SIS. But sureeeeeeeeeeeee.... Okay bye!-

Phil had never seen someone as... weird as the boy he sat next to in maths. Or as cute. Dan. He found out from his newest friend PJ that his full name was Daniel.

The emo.

Phil talked with PJ for a while about Dan, and found out PJ had been friends with Dan.

"He was actually pretty nice for a while," PJ now told Phil as they sat at one of the tables outside.

"For awhile?" Phil asked, swallowing his bite of salad.

"Yeah, after a few months he got... sad. He didn't want to do anything with me or Louise. In fact, he didn't want to leave his room. And when he did, his eyes were really puffy and red, like he had been crying," PJ replied.

"And you just left him?" Phil tried to imagine Dans chocolate eyes red-ringed and inflated. It wasn't a good look on the precious boy.

"Well, no. First we tried to help him. Louise tried to take him to theropy, but it... it didn't help. He got mad at us. So we gave up," PJ looked down, his voice breaking.

"Oh," Phil said simply. He got up and took a few steps to where he had seen Dan walk away to.

"Wait, where are you going?" PJ asked.

"To talk to him, obviously," Phil replied, his back still turned.

"No, wait-" PJ cut himself off.

Phil walked away from the boy and to the first tree. He looked around it; nothing. He moved on to the next one. Still nothing.

Phil walked quietly up to the third tree, wider then the first ones, more pink petals scattered along the green grass. He looks around the tree.

There he was, Dan. Still really cute. Earbuds in. Drawing. With his back turned to Phil. Phil audibly inhaled, thankful that Dan had his earbuds in so he couldn't hear the breath.

Phil leaned away, back against the opposite of the tree trunk, picking at the lower branches petals, thinking over what he should do.

Finally, he turns to Dans side of the tree.

He reaches out and taps Dan on the arm. Dan spins around quickly, pulling out his earbuds and hiding his sketchbook from the intruder.

Dan visably relaxes, his shoulders slumped.

"What?" He asks, putting as mch boredom into his voice as possible.

"N-Nothing I just..." Phil takes a breath, starting again,"Hi, I'm Phil."

Dan looks the raven up and down before turning away from him.

"I'm [ Dan ],"hehe He replied, his voice monotoned.

"What're you doing?"Phil asked as Dan pulled his sketchbook back out.

"What does it look like? Like I'm slaying a magical dragon? I'm drawing," Dan opened the book to the middle, to the girl with dripping fingers. Phil looked over his shoulder.

"Wow..." Phil said,"You're... wow."

"Thanks," Dan said quietly, a small blush creeping across his face. Nobody had ever complimented his art before. It felt... weird. Weird... but nice, in an odd way.

"Aw is Danny boy getting blushy?" Phil teased, poking Dan in his stomach.

"No!" Dan said, trying to supress a giggle. How is it that nobody could ever make him laugh, or even smile, after years, but in a few minutes, this boy could make Dan a mess of giggles?

"Okay..." Phil said sacastically. Phil sat down next to Dan, watching as the brunette continues his sketch, turned away from the raven, as if Phil weren't there.

But he kept his earbud out.

He listened.