Dan Howell
What did I just agree to? Did I actually decide to spend time with Phil Lester? I smiled and nodded, once again shaking my thoughts away. Maybe this would be a good thing. My mom did always say she wanted me to make friends, and she didn't specify which ones.
"I never thanked you. For coming here the other night, I mean." Phil smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, it wasn't a problem. I always wanna help anyone out as much as possible." He looked at me and laughed, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth.
"I never knew you did that," I said.
"What, that my tongue sticks out when I laugh?" Phil gave me a questioning look.
"No, that you laughed. You always seem so moody and upset. You don't really talk much." He just shook his head and sighed. "Buuuut, I know I'm wrong now. At least, I think I am"
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Phil Lester
If only he knew. There's a reason I don't get close to people much. I don't smile; I don't laugh. I don't make myself appealing to others. I dress in black and pierce my skin. I push people away. There's a reason for that.
My back hit the cold wall. He snarled at me and walked forward, slowly. My heart pounded in fear; my mum was frozen in the corner.
"I'll fix you." He lunged forward, fist colliding with my stomach. I doubled over and coughed profusely.
"Stop," I groaned out. "Please" His answer was a blow to the face. Blood dribbled down my chin. I became his punching bag.
I shivered as I remembered that night. That was when I changed. When I started pushing people away. When I stopped being me. I put on this bad boy persona to intimidate everyone who came near me. And it worked. Nobody talks to me, nobody stands up to insults I force myself to spit out. Except for Dan. This small little church boy, who dressed in pink jumpers, finally retaliated. That was the day I started paying attention to him. Now, I can't lie. He's quite attractive. His curly coffee hair and chestnut eyes are beyond pretty. And God, his laugh. I love his laugh. Every giggle and grin, I drink up like it was my saving grace. Of course, he'd never like me. He'd never appreciate me the way I do for him. He's a church boy, and a damn devoted one.
