"I told you I wasn't stupid, Dan."

I whip my head around and see Phil lying on the grass patch between the road and the pavement. His head was resting in his hands, his back was against the ground, and his knees were in the air. He was just peacefully starring up at the sky.

"What the hell are you doing? Shouldn't you be in school?" I argued.

"I could say the same to you, you know."

"Are you just here to prove you're right? Well great job, smartass, you're clever. Congrats."

Phil stayed exactly where he was. To say he was a chill guy was an understatement. Staying calm and collected was his forte and I envied him to say the least. Just as I turned to head home, he answered.

"Thank you for the admiration, but I'm not here to prove my point." He rolled up onto his butt and crossed his legs. Staring up at me, he tilted his head slightly to the side. "I always skip after my first class. Whether it's five minutes or the whole day, I just need some time to myself, you know."

"You've only been in school for an hour. Why do you need time already? You were just home!"

"Nah. This is more fun." He replied, standing up fully and grabbing his books.

"How did you know I was leaving?" I inquired. He walked up to me slowly until he was but a few inches from my face.

"I didn't. Now come on." He turned around swiftly and started off down the street. I had a small inner debate about whether or not to follow him, but watching Phil walk away with all the confidence in the world prevented me from leaving his side. He never turned around to make sure I was following. He oozed a self-confidence I would kill for. The longer I was in his presence, the longer I wished to be him.

Eventually I gained control of my legs again and ran down the road to catch up with him.

"Where are we going and how long will we be gone? I have an English test in a few hours." I decided to break the slightly uncomfortable silence. I wondered if he felt as uncomfortable as I, but if so, he didn't let on. A small smirk came across his face, but he did not break eye contact with the road before him.

"Cause you were going to sneak back in on your own to take that, right?" Phil chuckled.

"Well. Maybe. I…i…I don't…know…" I stumbled to find words with enough meaning, but failed miserably. "You avoided my questions" I kept my eyes on him, trying to see a glimpse into the person he was passed the façade he was giving off. It was ineffective. Maybe there's nothing more to him. Maybe he's just great at hiding.

"That's because you asked the wrong questions. Now tell me a bit about yourself, Dan." He answered, finally making eye contact with me when my name grazed his lips. His eyes seemed to glow and glisten, being, without a doubt, the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. There was kindness, acceptance and trust in them, but just enough mystery to keep me apprehensive.

"Like what? I'm not a very exciting person."

"What's a day in the life of Dan Howell like?"

I stayed silent for a bit, not wanting to reveal what a huge loser I really am in front of the first person to really talk to me in years. He most likely had a great life: parties, girls, and friends. I would seem dull in comparison and maybe that means I would become unworthy of his company. But what am I talking about, I already was unworthy.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Uh. No. Um. Well, in Dan's world, I wake up five minutes before I'm supposed to be at school. I quickly throw some clothes on, wake my brother up, mumble a hi to my parents and run out the door. Once I actually get to school, I go to my locker where I see a note with the latest insults. I attempt to walk to my first class, but I'm thwarted by a group of guys who throw me against the wall, knocking my books across the floor. By the time I pick myself up, I'm late. I stumble into my class, do very little work, and then hurry home where I stay on my computer until I fall asleep. Then I wake up and do it all over again."

After I finished, he didn't talk. He had guided us to the back end of a small field in the middle of no where. We reached the edge by some woods \, and he collapsed on to the ground. He patted the space next to him indicating I fall to his level. I do as instructed and sit with my legs crossed so I can easily play with the grass.

"So. What's a day in the life of Phil like?" I finally ask since he had no comment on my life.

"The usual. So you don't go out anywhere when you get home? Do you talk to anyone in your house?" If there was anything he excelled at, it was avoided my questions.

"No. I don't have many friends. At least not ones from around here. My parents work late, so I don't really get to see them that often. My brother and I aren't really close either. We're too similar for our own good, you know? It always leads to fights for some reason."

"That sucks. You really should have someone you can talk to."

"That's easy for you to say, you're friends with everyone. There isn't a single person in this area who dislikes you."

"That is untrue."

"Name one person."

"Myself."