The Way He Looks

The Way He Looks- Chapter 2

A/N:

So, I think I'm going to schedule this phic to updated everyday Saturday. I hope that's not too disappointing to any of you. In fact, it might actually be a good thing because instead of writing each chapter in two hours, I'll have a week to write each chapter, therefore giving me time to re-edit what I have written already to make it better. Yeah, anyways, here's the second chapter of The Way He Looks! Enjoy xx

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The first month of school wasn’t all that great. It was just like every other year Dan had spent there. He’d wake up every morning at the same time, take the same route to school with PJ helping him, get taunted by the same people throughout the day, take the same route home with PJ helping him, have dinner, do his homework, shower, and go to sleep. It was the same routine every week for almost all of his life, but he couldn’t complain. It’s not like there was anything better for him.

The alarm rang and Dan groaned, like he did every morning, before pushing himself up and feeling the floor with his feet for his shirt. He soon found it and tossed it over his head before guiding himself out of his room and into the bathroom.

Tiredly, his hand rummaged around the sink for his toothbrush and toothpaste. After brushing his teeth, he called for his mom. He waited for a minute before hearing his mother opening and shutting the bathroom door. “I’m ready,” Dan mumbled, pulling a little stool from the corner of the bathroom and sitting down onto it. Within seconds, he felt the tugging at his hair and clamping noise coming from his straightener.

“All done,” his mother murmured as Dan listened to her put down the iron and walk out the room. “Breakfast is ready!” he heard her call before he sighed and walked out of the bathroom as well. He carefully headed downstairs and found his way to the dining room, sitting himself at the dining table.

“Morning” Dan heard a deep voice echo from the other side of the room as footsteps approached the table. “Hey dad,” he muttered, leaning his elbows onto the table. He soon heard the sound of a plate clattering in front of him and the scent of syrup hit his nose, a smile creasing onto his lips.

“Thanks,” Dan moved his hand around the table, finding a fork and knife, before digging into his meal. He felt the gooey syrup slide down his tongue as he chewed. Dan had to admit, being blind had its benefits, like having your other senses enhanced. Dan had a much stronger sense of taste than the average human, and in moments like this, he was glad he did.

For the rest of the half hour, Dan, his mom, and his dad spent their time talking about Dan’s day. “So how are you getting to school this morning?” Dan’s mother asked, like she did everyday. “What do you think mom?” Dan shook his head, not getting a reply.

“Well, I’m off to work,” Dan’s dad stated as Dan grimaced at the chair screeching against the wooden floor. “Dan, you should get going as well,” Dan’s mom announced, “I’m sure PJ is waiting for you already.” Dan nodded and got up as well, pulling out his hand before feeling his bag being place in it. He felt his mom’s arms wrap around him as he stood there awkwardly before heading out of the house.

And, just like his mother said, Dan heard PJ call out his name. “Morning,” the boy’s voice getting louder as he got closer. Dan nodded his head in reply before grabbing onto PJ’s arm, walking along his side as they both headed to yet another dull day.

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Just like any other day, nothing unusual occurred. Michael and his little group always on Dan’s back and PJ always defending him. It embarrassed Dan actually, having to have PJ always stick by his side like some kind of guard dog. It made Dan feel like he couldn’t stand up for himself. But, it was true, Dan really couldn’t stand up for himself.