Phil wanted to meet Dan. He wanted to try to make him happy. He knew it wouldn't get rid of his depression but he was sure as hell willing to try.
His plans went straight down the drain when Dan reminded Phil they weren't even friends. For some reason Phil thought they were. Even with the short amount of time they'd talked, and they barely knew anything about eachother. Phil considered Dan a friend. Turns out the feeling wasn't mutual.
Phil wasn't one to give up easily but at that point he felt as if he was just a bother to Dan. So he gave up.
He only had one real friend and they hadn't been keeping up lately. He didn't really keep in touch with his parents either, so turning his phone off probably wouldn't phase anybody.
Phil didn't know what time it was, though it couldn't have been past 8, and he found himself terribly drowsy, so he slowly walked into his room and fell onto his bed, instantly drifting off to sleep.
Oops I didn't plan this but things are about to get kind of sad
YOU ARE READING
Nope. (Phan)
Fanfiction*text fic* **mentions of depression, anxiety, suicide, and swearing** Also the majority of this is text, so I'm not going to worry about spelling or grammar errors
