Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews, they are amazing! I know that Phil's character isn't that clear yet but it will soon... I hope anyway. Right, on with chapter 2!

Dan trudged up the uncarpeted stairs to his familiar box bedroom that he practically lived in, after a day of being beaten up and then ignored by everyone. He walked past his brother's bedroom and hesitantly looked in, to find it empty. 'Good,' he thought, he could actually go into his own room without being hassled. Dan then remembered something about his brother saying that he was staying at a friend's tonight.
Dan stepped forward a little more and looked into the room. He'd never really had a chance to see Adrian's room, but he did know that he was; well not spoilt; but he did get a lot more stuff than Dan did.
Dan was the 'mistake' child. He was born when his parents were still teenagers and wasn't wanted. He wasn't planned. Why he wasn't aborted, he didn't know, but Dan wasn't meant to be there. His brother on the other hand, was planned, and was brought into the world a few years later to parents who wanted him.

The first thing Dan saw was the laptop lying on the bed, with stickers of bands stuck all over the top. The main sticker standing out was the muse one that was bigger than the rest and were stuck right into the centre of it. Oh how Dan wanted that sticker.
He then spotted the xbox that was sitting in from of the TV. So it wasn't an extravagant flat screen TV, but it was more TV than Dan would ever have.
He saw Adrian's earphones lying on the bed next to the laptop. Wait, were there two pairs there? Surely his brother wouldn't notice if Dan took a pair for himself? They look the same, and they're two pairs, he only needs one? Surely? He doesn't have two sets of ears...

I'll just take the ones which look the oldest... Dan said to himself. He reluctantly stepped forward, and picked up the blue earphones, squeezing his hands around them, feeling that if he held them tighter, it would be less obvious. Dan scurried out of the room, and back into his room where he laid down on his bed and pulled his ancient mp3 player out of his pocket. He tried to turn it on before realising that it ran out of battery earlier.
"Shitting dick nipples." Dan groaned.
After a long game of 'where the fuck is my charger', Dan found it and plugged it into the only plug socket in his room.
Looking in the mirror, he saw his hobbit hair (it had been raining on the way home). "Great. Can my day get any better?" Dan huffed sarcastically, pulling his prized hair-straighteners out from under his bed. They'd once been his mum's, but she threw them in the bin for some strange reason, as they still worked. To be honest, he didn't know why he bothered, no one was going to see him, and even if they did, no one would care.
Leaving his straighteners to heat up, and knowing no one was home, Dan went down stairs, very quickly I might add, to get a drink, and maybe a few painkillers to kill the pains that were going on in his stomach. This was an everyday occurance. Come home, go upstairs, listen to music, go downstairs, take about 10 painkillers to take away the pain of that day, and then back upstairs for more music and then pass out from the amount of 'drug' in him.
Running back up the stairs was a task as Dan was so unfit that just going up the stairs caused him to cough up blood.
He went back to straightening his hair, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spark fly from the direction of the plug socket. And then another. And another. "Shitting fuck no."
His bedroom light shut off. His straighteners shut off. His mp3 player stopped charging. "Shitting fuck no." Dan repeated. He threw his straighteners down and ran out the house, no wanting to be home when his parents came home to a house with no electricity. Dan was already an abused screw-up as it was, he didn't need anymore beatings.
Dan was running so fast when he ran out of his house that he didn't realise the crouching figure in his front garden. Tripping over the figure, Dan landed on the floor. He looked over at the figure who was also now lying on the floor. He'd seen him before. It was the guy who was staring at him at school. He was staring at him now. "are.. are you... are you stalking me?" Dan asked warily. The black-haired boy leapt up, and ran off, leaving Dan on the floor.
"Wait!" Dan called, "...what's your name...?" He half called, half whispered after the blue-eyed beauty.

Well done Briony, take 15 years to update...
Exams + lack of ideas = no update :(
Also, this is a pretty shit chapter, sorry :(