Phil went downstairs, he was quite late for school, 15 minutes to be exact, but it didn't bother him much.
His mum was already at work, his dad slept on the couch, still slightly hungover but that was his normal state.
Phil didn't care much about it. He used to do that when he was younger, but the punishments of his father were kind of numb by now.
He calmly grabbed his bag, an apple and a bottle. After checking snapchat the second time that morning, he opened the frontdoor and stepped outside. Cold wind blew in his face, making him regret that he just wore a leather jacket.
The dark haired boy walked down the street, kicking some loose stones around in boredom, when he saw another figure from the corner of his eye.
"Forgot your confidence home Howell?"
The younger boy stopped and stared across the street.
"You're walking in the wrong direction" Phil said to a nervous seeming Dan.
"Um I know." He answered shakily.
Phil raised an eyebrow, but left it uncommented and continued walking.
Dan was awkward, that was clear. No need to understand his actions.
But for a second he looked back at the younger boy, who stared at the ground, taking every step planned.
