Chapter Text
Dan's POV
Dan lay in his bed unable to sleep once again; anticipation keeping him awake. He was finally going to be able to meet Phil. He couldn't help himself from smiling. He rolled over onto his side and thought about all the things that could happen. What would be said, what would be done. His stomach flipped at the possibilities. They were not exactly strangers, having talked for months even on Skype. But there was still that nervous energy of actually meeting someone. Putting a human form to an internet name. His parents weren't exactly thrilled with him "wasting" his money on tickets to see some random guy off the net, but Dan didn't care. His parents weren't exactly supportive of the internet-as a-living thing. Rather, they continually advise him on "real" livings. Lawyer being their favorite at the moment.
Dan rolled over onto his back with a heavy sigh. He hated the idea of doing paperwork and court cases studies. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, necessarily. He just didn't want to. He couldn't think of a quicker path to suicide than working in a law firm. With that thought Dan's mind suddenly went quiet. He hadn't thought like that is a while. He was actually proud of himself. For so long he wondered what would happen if he were to just disappear. Lately, though, he's been thinking about what the future could hold. He hasn't gotten very big on the internet quite yet, but what little he had he was proud of.
Dan started to bite at his lip, slightly chapped with the colder weather coming in. Suddenly he was filled with nerves. What if Phil found out… Well actually, there wasn't much that Phil doesn't know. They've shared so much over AIM/Skype that he couldn't remember what all he had told him or not. Dan sat up slightly and uncovered his legs, looking at the scarring that was left behind from months ago. He can't even remember the reasoning for them any longer. Probably an argument with his parents. Dan ran his fingers over the lines, they weren't raised any longer, and they were starting to fade. He felt a strange mixture of pride and sadness. Proud that he wasn't tempted to reopen anything, but sad that they were fading. It was a strange emotion.
Dan laid back down and covered back up, pulling the blankets up to his chin and rolling on his side once more. Phil would never see them, so there's no fear of that. He drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of black hair and blue eyes.