When Darkness Falls

Snooping

It's been about a week of living with Shaun and Phil now.  Phil still hasn't spoken to me or even dared looking at me in the eye since our fight.  Part of me is happy about it, because now he knows not to try anything stupid like that again.  But also, part of me is kind of missing being able to hear him actually talk.  Even if it was always something negative and snobby.

He's at school today.  Apparently there's only today and three more days before they get out for Thanks Giving break for a week.  I never really keep up with time that much anymore, so I guess I can understand why I wouldn't know anything about any of this before Shaun told me over our horribly awkward dinner when Phil never showed up.

Rolling over on my bed lazily, I let out a loud, obnoxious sigh.  "What can I do that is productive?"  I stare up at the ceiling as if staring may make it suddenly give me all the answers I needed in life.  Damn, I wish it were that easy.  

If it were that easy, I could ask them why Phil was such an asshole to me.  I'd ask what exactly he did for those two whole days spent in his room without coming out at all after our fight.  I'd ask all kinds of things about him.  But more importantly, I'd ask the ceiling why exactly it was only Phil I was asking about.

I'm Dan Howell, cool, bad, tough guy who doesn't like or care about anyone or anything.  That's how its been for the past 75 years, so why is it changing now?  Why did I feel so bad after leaving Phil lying helplessly on the ground the other day?  Why do I even care?

I let out another loud groan as I throw one of my many fancy pillows down on my face.

Think.  Think.  Think.

Just then a mental light bulb flashes on over my head.  A smile slowly creeps to my face as I hop out of bed without even fully thinking my whole plan through.  

Quickly slinging my door closed behind me, I make my way down the hallway, but instead of turning down the right where the stairs are, I just keep going until I get to Phil's bedroom door.  

He wouldn't mind me just taking a quick peek right?  All I want to do is see what's so interesting about this room that would make him want to stay in here literally every single day he wasn't at school, which didn't necessarily count either considering he stayed in here all the time after school as well.

Okay, so maybe he would care just a little that I'm snooping, but I'm just curious as to what all is in there that's all.

With that thought in mind, I grasp the door handle, twisting it quickly and slowly stepping in the door.  I'm immediately mesmerized by how perfect his room is.  I'd seen a little bit of it the other day, but that was only with the door cracked.  Now  I can see everything clearly.

The walls are painted a deep navy blue color, bookshelves lining each corner of them.  Right in front of me on the other side of the room was a canopy bed with what looked like black silk bed sheets and pillows.  On the right side of the room in the far corner was a desk with tons of papers sprawled out across it and a laptop.  There was a sound system that looked really expensive set up all around the room.  What would a person need full surround sound fo-  oh wait.  Right on the wall next to his bed was probably the biggest bedroom flat screen television I've ever seen.

Damn, now I see why he hangs out in here so much.  I'd probably never leave either.  Hell, there's a refrigerator in here!  This kid is so lucky.

My attention is drawn back towards the table with his laptop and the messy papers.  A small smirk comes across my face as I head towards it.  Dan the Snooper.  That's probably going to be my new nickname for myself if I get caught doing this.  Or maybe Dan the Intruder.  Whatever, I'll think about that later.  Right now I want to snoop.