You're Special To Me

Phil's POV- 3

All throughout ICT Dan ignored me, and it hurt. I couldn't even keep a friend for one day... one bloody day! Dan was supposed to be the one, but it was impossible for me care about anyone. I loved my family and my life, but when it comea to school no one liked me, because I was ugly, little Phil, with a smile on my face and a family who loved me. No matter how hard I tried to fit in, it always went wrong. How was I so different from everyone else?

I risked a glance at Dan, and saw that he was also looking at me. He quickly turned away, but not before I caught a glance of guilt. Why? Was it because he was ignoring me? I needed to find out, but he didn't look at me again.

***

Grabbing my bag, I waited for everyone to pile out of the room before being approached by Dan. He didn't say anything to me, just grabbed my hand and placed a scrunched piece of paper inside it. His touch sent waves of fire running through my veins, but before I could burn he pulled away and disappeared. I stood there, now cold, until the teacher called me to leave and I scurried away. Outside, the rain pounded down, not allowing me to look for Dan. I pulled on my coat, shivering and wet, and jogged to the bus stop. There, I paid my 50p and took at seat in the middle, watching two drops of rain roll down the window as if they were racing. It was fascinating, until a familar face walked by, his shoulders hunched forwards. My eyes followed him until he dissolved into the greyness and rain, looking like he was crying. All of a sudden, the bus jerked forwards and I gripped my chair, hoping we didn't slip on the slippery roads. Fortunately, we didn't and I thanked the driver as I jumped off, onto the pavement outside my little house with a large garden. I lived in a nice area, where there were so many nice kids and the elderly walkes their dogs early every morning. My house wasn't the smallest on the road, but it wasn't big either. It contained three rooms, my room being the smallest, a living room and a big kitchen with a small dining table in the corner. The garden was filled with flowers of all different colours, and there was even an empty pit where my dad was going to make a pond. He never got round to it. My room was very small, with just enough space for a bed and drawers. I had shelves for my games and cds and books, but not all of them fit so there were stacks of Muse and Donkey Kong on the floor. I did like my room, as it was cosy at night, but when I get a little bit of mess on the floor it looked like a bomb had gone off. If I had a big room, I wouldn't have to tidy it every single day. Quickly, I shoved my cds into my underwear draw in hope that my mum wouldn't see them, and then grabbed my games, searching for somewhere to put them. In the end I just settled for under my blankets on my bed, as mum knows I never make my bed.

Two minutes later she came in, her soft face smiling. She noticed me lounging on my bed and laughed.

"Bad day?" She asked, shutting the door behind her.

I shook my head, my thoughts instantly snapping to Dan. "I've already made a good friend. His name is Dan, and he's really nice."

"That's good. Do you have his number?"

I fished my hand into my pocket and pulled out the paper. On it was some scribbled numbers. His phone number. "Yeah, it's on here."

"Well we're having tacos. Do you want to invite him over for tea?"

I smiled. "Sure." I switched on my phone and typed in the number. It rang for three seconds before Dan picked up.

"Hello?" He asked, sounding exhausted.

"Hey Dan. It's me, Phil." I played with the hem of my shirt, wondering if he was ok. He didn't sound well.

"Phil!" He perked up. "Hey. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you would like to come over for tea. I can give you the address."

I waited as Dan paused, and then he shouted something to someone on the other end of the phone. I couldn't hear the reply, but Dan sighed and then spoke to me:

"Yes I can come. Where do you live?"