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"7:30," DAN MUTTERED. He lowered his head, setting down his phone. A distant humming of cars filled his ears, while sadness clouded his mind. He suppressed his tears, knowing that he had to remain strong. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted him." he said quietly.
With a huff, he stood up, ignoring half of his mind's pleads to stay in case Chris were to actually show up. But Dan knew Chris was only joking. What kind of jock would actually go out with someone like Dan? My life is a joke. He thought to himself, shoving his cold and clammy hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.
A slight bump filled the distance, and Dan's curiosity replaced the sadness that was already slowly sinking away. He followed to trail of sounds that seemed to echo from a house not too far from the park where he currently sat. Dan took a deep breath, the cool chill of wind blowing into his lungs, sending him chills.
The constant thump turned out to be a university party that Chris' best friend, PJ was hosting. Dan assumed that Chris was in there, doing God knows what to all of the girls in there. And I thought I may have had a chance. Dan sulked, stupidity flowing through him like the cool breeze that surrounded him, leaving him cold and chills peppering his body. This was yet another reason why he hated uni.
The time seemed to remain frozen, and he was already in no hurry to return home. His mother was probably working her ass off at her job until the morning or late this night. Dan decided to continue to walk around, brushing his hair away from his eyes.
As if on queue, the clouds slowly began to swarm him, and droplets of rain and moonlight bathed him, and caused his flattened hair to undo itself into his curly chocolate hair. Hobbit hair, his dad would call it when he was younger.
"Dad!" 14 year old Dan whined. "Don't call me that!" he stomped on the ground annoyed. Dan furrowed his eyebrows and a scowl began to form on his usual loving face. He folded his arms across his chest, trying to act more intimidating, but he only looked like a child who didn't get the present he wanted for his birthday.
His dad chuckled, his face growing wrinkles around the edges of his eyes as they squinted shut. Dan got his brown eyes from his dad, but he secretly wanted to have his black hair as well. But he was too stubborn to admit it. He hated his brown curls that he tried to hide so much. Dan would always complain to his mum about how he wanted straight hair.
"Whatever you say, you little hobbit." his dad smiled, black hair acting like paint and smearing the canvas that was his face. He wiped it off, his ear to ear grin never leaving his face. Suddenly, the smell of chips and burgers wafted into their noses and they turned to each other knowingly. "Let's see what American food you mum is cooking tonight."
