Authors note: Hey guys, I had this idea for this story in my head for a while and I just wanted to write it down :)

Dans POV:

Oh god, I'm such an idiot. Why did I do that, Phil is gonna kill me. He'll never be my friend again, he wont talk to me, work with me.. Oh shit we live together, he's gonna kick me out, I'll be homeless.. ''Mr Howell?'' I looked over my shoulder, my eyes were full of tears. I cleared my throat and wiped them away quickly, turning to the Police Officer, ''Yes?''

He checked his notes, ''Mr Howell, you've been released on bail'' I gasped, ''really?'' I asked. He nodded and opened my cell door, allowing me out. The first thing I saw was the familiar black hair and blue eyes of my best friend, or atleast, he was...

The Police Officer led us out and left us alone in the lobby. We sat in silence, I often looked up at him quickly darting my eyes away when he noticed. Minutes passed, long sad minutes. I had to tell him, he deserved an explanation.

I took a deep breath, ''Phil-'' I started. He looked at me deeply, silently judging. ''Phil I.. I don't know why I did it, it was stupid and-'' Phil interrupted me, anger burning in his eyes, ''Yes dan, it was stupid, you stole my fucking money!'' I looked down at the tiled floor, a lone tear dropping onto my trainer. I was afraid, I didn't want him to be like this, I'd never seen him this angry. And this anger is all my fault..

''Why Dan? Why steal what little I have? We live together, for gods sake. If you want malteasers, I'll get you malteasers. Don't take my fucking money and go and waste it all on your shit!''

I couldn't look at him, I want to die. The tears were flowing freely now, dripping onto my now damp trainers. I don't care about this anymore, I just want to curl up and cry forever, I know a bridge down the road, must be great to jump off it. Nobody would care, I'm just the guy with the emo haircut who steals his 'best friend's' money and spends it on xbox games and a car. A FUCKING CAR.

People would be happy if I died.

Phil sighed deeply and turned away from the plant in the corner he had been focusing on for the last 10 minutes. He stood up and walked over the receptionist, ''are we free to go?'' He asked. She nodded.

I rose slowly and followed him out the door, feeling full of guilt and sadness. Can I please die now.

The taxi ride was unbelievably heartbreaking, it felt endless. Phil stared out the window for the whole journey, I just played with my nail, wondering what street I should sleep on tonight. What if I just threw myself out of the moving taxi, into passing traffic. I would love for a truck to drive over me, crushing my bones. Phil would love that too, I bet it.

We arrived at the flat and Phil opened the door. I was expecting 'Get your stuff and get out'' but no, there was just silence. I stopped him before he could do anything else and looked him in the eye. ''I bet you hate me now'' I admitted.

Phil laid his keys on the table, looked into my brown eyes. ''I don't hate you dan, I could never hate you. I just don't think I can ever trust you again''

This was all I needed, I ran away from him into my bedroom, grabbed my bag and squished various tops, jeans and trainers into it, my Gameboy and my llama hat. I rushed to the kitchen, got food of all sorts, not even caring any more, tears poured from my eyes, making it hard to see. Phil was still stood by the front door, anger in his eyes and no expression on his face, his hands were in fists by his sides. I stood on the step and put up my hood. Walking backwards into the rain and darkness, I quickly wiped my eyes.

''Goodbye Phil..''