A/N I know I said tomorrow, but I couldn't take it.

TRIGGER WARNING. MENTIONS OF SUIDIAL THOUGHTS.

DAN'S POV
I wake up on Saturday. "Ugh!" I groan. "I want to sleep!"

I mindlessly grab my phone and look at the time.

"SHI-" I exclaim. It was 11:56. I said I would meet Phil for lunch at 12:00! Then we would go over to his house!

I rush out of bed and put a shirt on. As I put on my shoes, I remember. "MY PHONE!"

I run up the stairs, to my bedroom and get my phone. I check the time again. 11:59.

"CRAP!" I yell. I just run. Run to the restaurant. You better be glad, Phil! I think. I'm doing exercise for you!

PHIL'S POV
I take a quick glance at my watch. It's already 12:10 and Dan still isn't here!

Did he forget?

Yes. He forgot about you.

No he didn't! He's my friend.

Or is he pitying you?

STOP THINKING LIKE THIS!

I'm your thoughts. You're telling yourself this.

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" I yell. I storm out of the restaurant, tears in my eyes.

I sit by the fountain.

"Phil?" I hear a voice say. I feel his hand touch my shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

AN: Sorry it's short. I was busy. I had a soccer game (or football match, whatever toots your horn), we won, my crush was there BLAH BLAH BLAH.

PS. Being a goalie is very boring. Just standing there for half an hour, waiting for 1) To be switched off 2) The play to go to your side (It did TWICE when I was in net. TWICE). And being the Phan Trash I am, to pass the time, of the things I was doing was singing Toxic, 2009, 2012 and 2022.