Constellations

1

DAN:     In bed, I lay. Wide awake. I roll over to look at the tiny clock on my nightstand. 7:12am. I have three minutes till I have to go back to reality. Another sleepless night full of tears and loud music. I absorb the darkness while I can. Finally, the intense beeping sound fills my ears, I roll over to hit the off button. Silence fills the room once again.  I then decide to get out of bed and turn on my lamp. I waddle tiredly over to my "Cute Kittens" calendar on the wall. The little white kitten playing with a roll of colorful yarn makes me smile slightly until I realize what today actually is. August 29, the first day back at school. Another year full of ass holes and lunch on the bathroom floor. I'm not saying it's not comfy, but well, it's not very practical, germs and what not. 

     Heading out of my room, I stumble on the edge of the carpet and end up falling against the wall, I can't help but laugh at the already forming bruise on my shoulder. While pushing myself up off the floor, Phil comes to check on me, scared I actually hurt myself, which I did since I have the bones of a butterfly. During our small talk, I can't help but remember the first time I met Phillip Lester. We were around age 10, and I was walking home on a frozen sidewalk after getting pushed into a fight at the playground. I lost the fight, mostly because all I know how to do is run, but Phil noticed my bloody nose and forced me to stop running so he could get me some help. Mini Phil took me to his mum's work, at a hospital. His mum is a nurse, and he had her clean up all the blood. After that, we met every day in his school parking lot, he would walk me home to my trashy house before walking alone to his house. Phil Lester was everything I strived to be as a kid, he was helpful and caring and courageous, nothing has really changed there. I still strive to be a bit more like Phil, but  I'm the opposite. He's colorful and happy with himself, I'm very dark and depressed, he's got the ability to "block out the haters", but I let every single thing someone says get to me. Phil is the embodiment of what we all should be, and I'm what people try to stay away from.

Reality hits me square in the face when I relize Phil has his soft, pale hand on my shoulder. I can feel my face start to heat up. "Dan?" rolls off his tounge with the most adorable laugh i've ever heard. " Today is the first day of school, but we're actually going to be in the same school this year so we dont have to meet in some random parking lot everyday!" he says with way too much enthusiasm.  A part of me is exited for Phil to come to school with me but the other part is absolutely terrified, but i push the thoughts to the back of my head; fake a smile and nod. "I know its awesome, well I'm going to go get ready." I say. He nods in response and I walk off.

I throw on a oversized, dark green, jumper,my favorite black skinny jeans from HotTopic, and my black-on-black hightops. I drag myself into the bathroom and plug in my flat iron. I dig through the mess of a drawer and finally, I find my tooth brush and tooth paste. When I'm done brushing my teeth I run a small purple comb through my mess of curls. When I finally think all the knots are gone I pick up the extremely hot flat iron and, ya know, flat iron my hair. About half way through the process I realize I kinda like my hair wavy, so before I change my mind I spray Axe all over me and unplug the flat iron.

I make my way out of the small bathroom, towards the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen to find Phil in a blue button up shirt, black skinny jeans, and white vans; making some toast. I must admit he looks quite beautiful in blue. " I'm super exited!" Phil squeaks. " Me too!" I lie. " We need to go soon." he says with a huge smile on his face as he hands me the slightly burnt toast. " Okay, I, just need to go grab something really fast." "Okay." he replies. I go into my room and grab my black and white composition book full of thoughts and shove it in my bag along with a pen, some earbuds, and a charger.

I run downstairs to find Phil waiting very impatiently at the door. " Well, that took long enough." he laughs. " Oh, shut up, I was only up there for a good five minutes." a smile forms across my face. He opens the door and we're off.

A/N: Well, hey fam. This was the first chapter, I'm sorry it's sort of short. I'm currently sick so I'll most likely start writing chapter 2 when I'm done with this, but idk when it will be published. I'm supposed to be grounded rn but I'm home alone so I'm on my grandmas computer, lol. Welp, I hope you liked this trash of a chapter. thanks for reading, much love<3