'temporary tattoos' - phan

☾ Chapter 3

Dan's skin began heating up.

His hands started shaking.

His breaths were shortened to small gasps.

"Your mum worked as a nurse. My mum and her worked together-"

"Who are you?" Dan breathed into the phone. why would someone he didn't know want to help him with his problems?

"Phil. My name is Phil. I want to help you."

The name sounded familiar.

Phil.

Dan remembers now.

"We'll always be friends, Dan."

Smiling.

"Get off the ground." A black haired boy seethed at Dan.

Blood.

"You're just the kind of person that deserves to be beaten. Disgusting tranny."

Disgusting.

Dan stared at his hands again.

Shaking.

This was the same boy that added to the worsening pain.

Dan remembers Phil as the tall, popular boy at school. He always spoke as if he was the only person in the world.

"Don't ever call me again."

He threw his phone and buried himself in his arms and everything fades to black.

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Phil-

"Don't ever call me again."

Then Dan hung up.

Phil sighed and ran his pale hands through his black hair.

Damn it.

Phil remembers how much he bullied Dan. How big of a dick he was.

But In reality, Phil was just as hurt as Dan.

He regretted ever hurting the people he did.

That's why he wants to help Dan with his family.

Phil grabs his phone, wallet and computer and shove them into a backpack.

He steps out of his house and takes in the fresh air.

Phil lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, all the lawns were green and freshly trimmed and the street wasn't busy and always clean. He lives alone but it hasn't always been that way.

Phil used to live with his mum. They were very close and Phil told her everything.

Her and Phil were driving home from school one day and a truck hit their car from the front. The injuries killed her a few minutes after impact.

But Phil remembers his mother smiling at him and mouthing the words "I love you," tears dripping from her sky blue eyes. Then she was gone.

Phil decided that his mum would want him to make life better for other people because that's what she did. He's tried everything since then to build up a better reputation, which hasn't been working.

Phil pushed his mum out of his mind and decided that he should probably get some food somewhere. Phil hardly ate. He thought that eating was an unnecessary waste of time and money. But this time he just felt like doing something so why not.

He grabbed his red bicycle and began pedaling down the shaded street. On both sides of the rode, there was an equal amount of houses and each house was painted the exact same color. Light beige with red trim. But phils house was different. It was the only house with a blue door.

Phil's mum painted it.

She said "it's better to stand out than to fit in, especially when you've got the finest looking house in London."

Phil rode towards the nearest coffee shop he saw.

Phil parked his bike and locked it up.

As he opened the door, the sweet smell of coffee beans and freshly baked bread took over his senses.

He stepped in line to order.

After Phil got his coffee and scone he decided to go to a park to enjoy it.

(AN: sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been SOOO busy. Thank you guys so much for almost 50 reads??? I'm so happy :))) the next chapter will hopefully be better :))