𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ➷ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟

. 8 .

Dan's P.O.V.

It was currently 9:32PM. Phil had gone home around 8:00PM, and I was too wide awake and thinking to be tired right now.

After he had left, I made myself a quick microwave meal as I didn't actually get the chance to buy anything at the gas station.

I was currently laying face up on my back, discarded ice bags next to my bed from icing my bruises.

I was thinking about today. I never got to go to the park because some guy tried to intimately manhandle me on a secluded side of the gas station.

The punk of our school, Phil Lester, helped me with my injuries and tried befriending me. He gave me a ride home and watched TV and had a normal conversation with me.

Did he actually want to be my friend? Was he just posing so he could get close to me then completely destroy me? Did he genuinely get tired of seeing people bully me and just wanted to be nice?

I had so many questions I was trying to quiet down in my mind so I could get some peaceful sleep.

I looked sideways at my clock once again. 9:47PM. I wasn't tired at all. I sat up and threw my legs carefully over the side of the bed.

I stood upon the cold floor, my bare feet freezing. I grabbed my phone from its place on my desk and unplugged it from its charger.

I scrolled through Tumblr for the next half hour. I could hear my front door open and shut, and a loud sigh come from upstairs. My mom was home, how exciting.

I didn't bother to go say hi to her; she was too tired to comprehend anything anyway.

I could hear her set some stuff down on the table, presumably her purse and some other work-related items. Her feet loudly clunked against the ground as she made her way to the bedroom.

Opening her bedroom door, the one that creaks all the time, closing it and finally laying down on her bed. My mother really deserved more rest and more time off, she worked so much.

As she fell asleep and I went back to my Tumblr scrolling, the house fell ghost-quiet. A pin could be dropped and I would hear it. It was giving me very creepy vibes, so I decided to stand up and plug my phone in.

I laid back down and shut my eyes, my thoughts quieting as I fell asleep.

•••

I woke up feeling refreshed. It was Thursday, so close to the end of the week! I yawned, stretching my arms and legs, hearing my joints popping.

I sighed and licked my chapped lips. I rubbed my eyes and stumbled my way over to the room light. With that turned on, I walked over and turned off my lamp.

Grabbing my clothes for the day- an oversized and soft plain white sweater along with a pair of black jeans- I head upstairs to take a brisk shower.

I turn on the shower water and quickly wash my hair and myself. Letting the warm water run soothingly down my back. After I was done with all that, I step out and grab a towel.

I vigorously rub my hair, drying myself with the towel to get all the water off before dressing myself.

I walk out of the bathroom in my warm clothes. It was the beginning of autumn, so it started to get colder every day. Soon enough I would dread walking to school in the cold. Right now, I didn't mind too much.

I grabbed a granola bar to eat on the way there. I wouldn't want to starve to death during school.

I walked my usual route, crossing the street once and making the eight-minute walk to the school. The usual steps of my converse hitting the pavement rhythmically.

I enter the building and head to my locker. I hope Phil scaring Jackson off yesterday lasted until today too. I really didn't want to be bothered by him this morning.

I guess I lucked out because through the five minutes of me getting my materials and 'organizing my locker', Jackson didn't come and bother me. In fact, no one did.

I let my face form into a slight smile as I made my way toward the first period.

The bell rang and Phil walked in, his suave hips entering the room. Actually on time today. How surprising.

I took out my notebook and pen, getting ready for the lesson.

I tried paying attention, as I actually wanted to pass this class and I probably shouldn't waste it doodling in my notebook and I should actually take notes.

I kept getting momentarily distracted by Phil, who took his now usual seat next to me. He was holding back a laugh as he texted someone under his desk.

I could see him text something, take a quick glance at me, then continue texting. I was a bit worried that he was texting one of his friends something bad about me and I subconsciously frowned a bit. Hopefully, he wasn't.

The bell rang and I rushed to finish my notes. I grabbed everything in my small arms and walked out of the classroom to my next period.

Lunch eventually rolled around, and I did my usual routine. I skipped the lunch line not bothering to get anything and went straight to the library with my book.

I sat down on my usual couch, curling up into myself in the corner. I was so engrossed in my reading I didn't notice Phil sit by me.

"Hello."

I jumped a bit, not expecting anyone to approach me in the library unless it was Jackson and he was going to mess with me.

Phil chuckled a bit, his tongue sticking out between his teeth.

"H-Hi. Sorry, you scared me a bit. I didn't expect you to be in here." I chuckle awkwardly, my voice quiet.

I take my bookmark and place it between the pages I left off on. I turn my attention to Phil.

"I saw you came in here and never bothered to get lunch. I thought I'd join you today." He explains himself.

"What about your other friends? Don't you sit with them at lunch?" I question back.

"Chris and PJ. Yeah, I do usually sit with them but I decided if I wanted to befriend you I might as well hang out with you in here during lunch."

I nod my head in response. Maybe Phil does actually want to be my friend. It seems like he might actually be trying. I smile to myself, I might actually have a friend!