3rd update: November 13th
You were extremely excited to see Dan the next day at the curb, so you left extra early. Throwing your hair up into a ponytail/messy bun, you run out the door.
Reaching the curb, you see Dan as expected. Sure enough, it was raining as well.
A smile slowly cracks on your lips, and you walk up to him setting your backpack down.
"Hey..." you plop right down next to him. Without looking up at you, he scoots over quickly. Knitting your eyebrows together, you stare at him.
"I-Im sorry," you laugh. "do I smell or something?" Dan shakes his head. Continuing to avoid eye contact with you, he wipes his nose and sniffles loudly.
"Dan...are you okay? please talk to me. If there's something wrong I would like to help you-"
"I was thinking about you last night. I already know that you're just talking to me because you feel bad for me..." he says while looking down.
"Dan, no-" you start, but Dan cuts you off again.
"That's all anyone ever did. They would laugh and make fun of me in the halls at school and whisper behind my back, calling me a freak. But then once Gray died, it's like they latched onto me like a koala. They all immedietly started apologizing and tried to be friends with me all of a sudden," he looks up at you with a tear rolling down his cheek. "I'm not stupid, Y/N."
Swallowing hard, you look down at your hands.
"Dan I'm not like those people," you start. "I actually want to be friends with you." you finish, looking up at him.
Sniffling again, he finally looks up at you and looks into your eyes. A tear rolls down his cheek and travels down to his lips.
"You're lying." he says, another tear sliding down his cheek.
Shaking your head, you gently place your hand on his knee. Dan shakes your hand off, and you sit back slightly offended.
"Dan...i'm not lying. I don't lie...ever."
You say sternly, ignoring what just happened.
"Okay..." Dan wipes his eyes once more and looks at you with a weak smile planted on his lips. "I sorta believe you." he jokes.
You laugh a little, hitting his shoulder playfully.
Dan's small smile made you feel sort of happy on the inside. A small smile cracked on your lips as well.
There was another moment of silence between you two until Dan looked over and down at your phone between your fingers.
"U-um...can we maybe, uh..." he stutters nervously. "could we maybe exchange n-numbers?" he shrugs a little, itching the back of his neck nervously, and brushing his wet bangs out of his face.
You look up at him, and Dan suddenly becomes very tense.
"I-I mean, only of you want to, of course," he lets out a nervous laugh. "it's just so we can keep in touch and stuff, nothing too seri-"
"Chill," you laugh. "of course we can exchange numbers." you say, handing him your iphone/Samsung.
Cheeks shaded a light pink, he types his number into your phone, and hands it back to you. Smiling, you name the contact "Dan", and look up at him.
"S-sorry...what's your last name?" you ask Dan. He looks up at you
"Howell. Dan Howell." he looks down at your phone. You nod, and type in his last name.
"I need a picture now for your contact." you say. Dan's eyes widen a little and he shakes his head, covering his face with his hands.
"Cmon Dan!" you try to convince him.
"No pictures," he says. "I look gross!" he laughs and rubs his red bloodshot eyes.
"No you look good! Just smile...please?" you pretend to pout.
Dan rolls his eyes.
"Noooo pleeeeaasseee Y/N!" he begs. "I'll break your camera lens with my face!" he jokes.
"Cmon, Dan!.....what makes you smile?" you ask desperately.
Dan looks up at you and blushes again. He rubs the back of his neck.
"Your smile." he mumbles.
"what?" you say, taken aback by Dan's response. You knit your eyebrows and stare at him.
"Your smile," Dan repeats himself. "That's the thing that makes me smile..."
You couldn't help but to smile really wide. That was probably the most sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you.
Dan had let a smile creep onto his lips as well at the sight of you smiling, so you took the opportunity, and snapped a pic of him.
"Gotcha!" you laughed, holding up your phone.
"Not fair!" Dan whined. "I wasn't ready!"
"You look great, Dan." you assured him. You check the time on your phone, then lock it. You look back up at Dan.
"Let's do something." you say.
"W-what? Don't you have school? The bus is gonna be here any minute." Dan says.
"It's okay to skip once in a while, right?" You say, standing up and holding out your hand for Dan.
Dan takes your hand, and you pull him up. But this time it was all you.
"Thanks." he mumbles, and you nod.
You start walking, but Dan pulls on your sleeve.
Turning around, you look at Dan.
"What?" you ask.
"Where are we going?"
"My house."
"What are we going to do?"
"Play video games, I don't know."
"Isn't your mom home?"
"No. She doesn't come back until midnight." you smile. "now come on!" you urge Dan forward just as the bus pulls up.
You grab your house key from under the mat and unlock the door, letting both of you in before shutting it closed and locking it again.
Dan slips off his black zipper hi-tops and sets them against the door where the rest of the shoes are sat.
You snort slightly, which causes Dan to look up at you.
"Problem?" he laughs.
"Yeah," you say. "What are those? What's up with the zippers."
"They're cool." Dan crosses his arms.
"No, they're edgy." you raise an eyebrow.
Dan pretends to get offended, and holds a hand up to his chest.
"I beg your pardon?"
"There's zippers on them instead of shoelaces," you explain. "edgy."
"Who needs laces when you have zippers?" Dan smirks at you.
Rolling your eyes, you walk into the kitchen.
"I'm making us a snack." you say from the kitchen.
Preparing a plate of veggie crackers and cheese/chips and salsa, you walk out with it, to see Dan sat on the couch waiting patiently. He had taken his jacket off now. He was wearing a white T-shirt. You were suprised that it wasn't black.
"Wow you're not wearing all black anymore," you say as you set the tray down on the glass coffee table. "you feeling okay?" you joke.
Dan laughs and picks up the remote, turning the TV on.
"Yeah. I'm great, actually. Thanks for asking." he says and looks at you with a smirk plastered on his face because he knows he's being a smart ass.
"Whatever," you say and plop down next to Dan. "let's play Just Dance." you smirk.
Dan looks at you quickly.
"Nooooooooo. I'm too lazy to dance right now. Can't we just play Mario Kart or something??" he pleads desperatley.
"No, Dan. We're gonna get some excersise." you stand up to get the game disc ready.
Sifting through the assortment of games you have, you hear Dan groan loudly behind you, and then hear him munching on the snacks rather loudly.
"Found it!" you say, pulling it out and setting it on the table infront of Dan.
"Ugh." Dan groans again.
"I don't really mean to brag or anything, but i'm actually like really super awesome at this game." you grin.
"Oh yeah?" Dan asks, standing up and grabbing a Wii remote from the table.
"We'll see about that."