Dan was stuck in the middle, metaphorically that is. In reality, he was laying on his bed giving blank stares at his ceiling and thinking about how metaphorically he was stuck in the middle.
His mind was cluttered with things most teenage boys think about like relationships and school but unfortunately for him that's all he could think about recently. He couldn't get the thought of his ex or the voice of his parents reminding him that his grades now will decide the rest of his life and on top of all of that lately he has been wondering exactly who he is.
Torrie had broken up with him almost nine months ago and somehow he still can't get over her. He couldn't get over how perfect that relationship had been for the year they had dated. How she understood every single corner of him and how he thought they could get through anything together. He hates to admit it, but no matter how much she hurt him, he would take her back in a heartbeat. But of course he knew that would never happen because the day after she broke it off she was on to the next one leaving Dan in the dust as just another person she touched lips with.
It wasn't just romantic relationships that were bothering him either. Friendships was something that he was lacking with the people at school so while most people were out on a Friday with their besties, Dan was at home on the internet watching videos and talking to people on omegle that had common interests. Sure, he had people to sit with at lunch and share pokemon cheats with, but when it came to actual conversations Dan kept his mouth shut and just listened because he knew no one cared about what his input could have been.
And don't even dare ask Dan about school because the pressure to do well was so much it could make him explode at times. He just didn't want to deal with it anymore. It was too much work being human and all he wants to do was curl up into a ball and sleep off the sadness and frustration for a little bit. Unfortunately, that's not possible in a fast moving world and every day you are expected to do something which Dan thinks is just way too much to expect out of someone.
Dan closes his eyes for a couple of seconds before he sits up to a knock at his door. It was his younger brother, carrying a chemistry book and a pencil, telling Dan that he needed help with homework. Dan's brother plopped the book down on Dan's desk and proceeded to ask a simple question; well at least to Dan it was, before leaving Dan alone again to his thoughts yet again.
"I don't want to go to school tomorrow." Dan said aloud to himself.
School is not fun when you sit by yourself in every class and pray to god that no one notices you. Dan kind of had one friend. Though, they didn't talk anymore because their classes were never the same. Dan guessed that Phil just didn't care about him that much to try and keep a friendship. Honestly, that hurt Dan but he couldn't let it show. Dan was a boy after all, and boys don't have emotions. He learned that early in elementary school when the kids made fun of him for being happy and smiling. Now he walks around school with a blank face and music blaring in his ears.
Dan looked over at the clock beside his bed for the time. It's only seven thirty, but hiding emotions and thinking so deeply really can tire someone out. He got out of bed, turned out the light and crawled into bed again. As soon as he closed his eyes he fell into a deep sleep that was only interrupted by his alarm clock the next day.
Dan slowly got out of bed and zombie walked to the shower where the warm water did wake him up slightly. He walked out them proceeded to get ready by straightening his hair and picking out his outfit for the day consisting of a MCR t-shirt and shiny jeans. He had quite some time left before he had to catch his bus, so Dan decided to get out his rant journal and just spill his thoughts. Dan realizes that keeping a journal is something more a girl would do but fuck gender stereotypes. He had feelings he needed to get out and no one is going to listen to him.
After about fifteen minutes, his mother called for him to come downstairs and get ready because his bus would be coming soon. Dan did as he was told, leaving his mind to collect with thoughts throughout the school day until he could come home and clear his mind once again.
