Author's note; I'm getting this mixed up with my other storyxD Hope you enjoy this chapter, I feel as if Dan matures a bit in this one, hmm. Btw, I apologize before hand about any mistakes, grammar or spelling in this. Enjoy!
The bell rings, signaling the end of a really fun lesson. I'm still laughing with Phil, Chris and Pj when everybody else has left class. The teacher hurries us along into the corridor. Phil has to head home, start packing and stuff. I'm really exited for him to move in. It's been a good two years since I last lived with people and then it was only my parents and brother. I'm also pretty anxious about it too. What if we don't like each other? What if I screw it up? Oh, gods, what if he sees my hobbit hair? Pj snaps me back to reality. "D'ya wan't to hang out for a bit? I have some time, my mum's running late to pick me and Chris up." Pj's voice really is very majestic. I look at him to see if he's kidding or not. He wants to hang round with the kid who gets bullied? Fine by me. I smile in agreement. We begin to walk down the hall and out onto the courtyard, still talking and laughing. We sit on the steps leading up to the college building, they're cool and marble under my touch. I relax side by side with my new friends, discussing Zelda, Pokémon and other assorted nerdy things.
I'm back in my room by 5. I unlock it, still thinking about Phil. He moves-in in around three days. I force my door to open. There must be something behind it, wedging it. I step in, actually more like on, to my room. Ah, shit. It's a bit of a mess. I take in the confides of my space. It looks like a freaking dumping ground. Clothes, especially socks somehow, are strewn across the cream carpet messily. My bed is shoved against the far wall, my drawers open and slightly broke. My wardrobe contains no clothes. Don't even get me started on how messy my little desk is. Perhaps there was some kind of bomb in here? Either way, it needs cleaning before Phil moves in. Ugh, I hate cleaning. I throw my bag down and just delve straight in, my bones hurting a bit from being beat up.
A loud knocking at the door alerts me back to present day. I really went hardcore with the cleaning thing. I walk (not struggle through the shit) to my door and fling it right open, nothing blocking its way. I'm smiling like an idiot before I realize a very angry Mr. Galle stands opposite me, his arms folded. "Dan, it's one in the morning. Turn off your music and go to bed." Before I have chance to respond, he's dragging off down the corridor. My mouth opens in shock. Is it really that late? I go over to my phone, turning down the music, and check the time. Huh, 1;03. Interesting. I peel off my top and fall blissfully into a completely clean-made bed. I look around, proud at my work. My bed is now on the left side, as is the now only half-broken set of drawers and my desk (which is clear). The wardrobe is in the middle, ready for Phil to share. The t.v's on the other middle side so we can share the Wii, too. The right side is clear except for the window, ready for Phil. It's gonna be great, I can feel it.
I don't exactly feel the same when a sharp rapping on the door shocks me awake. I groan and stumble over to answer it. It's still freaking night-time. I open it, half asleep. Mr. Galle is stood there, rolling his eyes at me. "Typical teenage boy," He laughs to two men behind him, ",Getting up in the afternoon," The last bit is more pointed towards me. And it's not like I'd have even got up yet if it wasn't for his cruel awakening. "Bring it through to the right, please," Mr. Galle insinuates. "Thanks for cleaning, too Dan." The two men carry through a bed and put it up under the window. I'm literally stood here, half-dressed, half-asleep as they barge in. All well. It is 2;19 I check my phone. Shit, it is pretty late. Ugh, cleaning really takes it out of you. The barging-in-men take their leave but Mr. Galle hangs around. I sit back down on my bed, rubbing my eyes, my hair slightly curly. He walks towards me and sits parallel. "Daniel, I just want a quick word about all these bruises you've gotten," He says. Ah, shit. I'm not wearing a top. I madly search for an excuse, after-all I'm not the snitching type. I glance down to my chest and ribs. The bruising is pretty bad. I haven't even seen my face since yesterday. "Oh, y'know, I..fell...on the...marble stairs out-side the school building." I'm c-r-a-p at lying but he scenes I don't want to talk about it so he stands up, looking at me with nothing but pity. He walks a few steps towards the door but turns round again. "I just want to help,Dan. Are you sure you...fell?" He smiles. I nod quickly. He sighs at my incompetence but walks out, shutting the door softly behind him. Gods, he better not ring my parents.
P.s Yay, he cleaned:D Was this chapter just all about cleaning? Well, there are some clean-fetish people out there :p A big thank-you to; uhnonniemiss and ItsWayPastMyBedtime1 (Whom I actually though was Carrie Hope Fletcher, ohgod I freakedxD) for reviewing! As always, with love -NeonLuna
