Thank you to everyone who commented on the last chapter! You were all really sweet and so many people made me smile >~<

TW: Phil's a ghost so I guess death?? But it isn't really sad?? He just tells Dan how he dies.

Dan made eye contact with the boy in the mirror who was smiling gently and waving at him. Dan let out a squeak, backing up so his back was pressed against the door. "What the fuck?" He muttered. The boy in the mirror was laughing at him and watching closely as he freaked out.

"Hi!" The boy said, laughing even louder when Dan screamed.

"I'm Phil! And you are..?" Dan turned, tugging at the door, ready to flee, but the door wouldn't even budge.

"Dan." He let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before deciding he was hallucinating and having a weird mental breakdown.

"Don't be scared. We can be best friends!" Dan then began to continuously bang his head on the wall, trying to make himself feel sane.

"Who are you? I'm not creative enough to imagine a whole person? What am I on..."

"Rude. I'm a real person, just not alive."

"Fuck this." Dan pulled at the door handle more frantically but it was still shut. It didn't even have a lock.

"I'm a ghost. Boo!" The colour drained from Dan's face, making him (rather ironically) resemble a ghost. So he wasn't having a mental breakdown? "I'm not going to make haunting you miserable. We're going to be buddies!"

"Is this a prank?" Phil then disappeared before reappearing in front of Dan but this time he had an actual body. He was about the same height as Dan with quite a slim frame.

"Nope. You're stuck with me until you die! Lucky I'm so cool, huh?" Dan's eyes widened and he was literally frozen in shock. "Pretend I'm not here and just go through your day like normal."

"But Phil... I need to shower."

-

When eating breakfast, Dan usually sat on his own, considering his parents started work early but now he had company. Phil was standing in the kitchen, opening all the cupboards without even lifting his hands. "Stop it." Dan snapped, picking up his spoon and eating the cereal. Phil simply shut them all at once before taking a seat and swinging his legs. "What are you, five?"

"I'm seventeen actually." Phil poked out his tongue, making Dan roll his eyes and sigh.

-

"So," Dan asked as he was sitting on his bed. He was trying to read but it was hard for him to concentrate when there was literally a boy sitting next to him, constantly looking over his shoulder. "What happened to you?" Dan shut his book, leaving it in front of him.

"Do you really want to know?" Phil frowned slightly, folding his arms. "Car accident. My parents and big brother died too. It wasn't painful though because it was so quick."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm still here, aren't I?" Dan nodded before going silent. "I'm mainly just here to help you."

"Help me?"

-

Dan walked into school, his new friend (could he call Phil that?) by his side. He went to his locker, quickly taking some of his books out before closing it again.

"Daniel." A deep voice said, making Dan gulp and get ready to run. "Don't even try to run."

Dan shut his eyes tight, awaiting the moment that he'd be shoving into the lockers. It didn't come. Instead, Dan heard the gasp of the bully and, when he decided to open his eyes, he saw him on the floor, with Dan's English book. The bully had his hand over his eye and Phil was standing beside him, laughing loudly. "He deserves it." Phil muttered before putting the book back in Dan's hand. "Now go, before you get in trouble." Dan then raced down the corridor, his heart beating fast. "Oh, calm down. As if a teacher will believe a book floated through the air and hit him."

"I suppose they won't believe him..." he smiled softly as he realised that Phil could now protect him from all of his bullies and then maybe his life could improve.

-

"How do you do this?" Phil questioned as Dan was playing video games (specifically a game called Uncharted). (The only reason I made him play this was because I got the game last weekend oops XD) He had been sitting in the same position for at least two hours, not even moving to get a drink or go to the toilet.

"Do what?" Dan replied, not even looking away from the game once.

"Sit here, playing games. You should go outside: it's so warm and sunny."

"This is better."

"You're going outside. You need to do some exercise!" Dan was about to object but the controller was snatched out of his hand. He went to get it back but it was floating high up in the air, so high that even Dan couldn't reach it.

"Fine."

"Yay!"

-

"Huh? I don't remember this place looking like this?" Phil murmured as they entered the gates of the park.

"They rebuilt the park like... seven or eight years ago?" Dan replied, taking a seat on one of the swings and beginning to swing. "It used to be a dump. Teenagers just hung out there and scared the kids away." He said it like it was nothing but Phil frowned ever so slightly, reminiscing on his childhood.

After a moment, Dan noticed the ghost had gone silent and was just staring at the other empty swing.

"You alright?" He asked.

"When I was little, I loved the park. I was there like... all the time with my friends and we used our imaginations to turn the slide into the most dangerous volcano and we had to slide down it in order to escape. Then the floor was lava and we'd jump from one thing to another, screaming like our lives were actually at risk." Phil smiled softly at Dan who was now swinging quite high. "And we'd sit on the swings and see who could jump off at the highest height. My friend broke her ankle once but it was okay. I miss being a kid. I miss my friends and my brother and my parents..."

Dan sadly wrapped his arms around the boy but they just went straight through him. "I can't replace them but I'll be your new best friend."

They did become best friends. Dan gave Phil a tour of all the places he used to know and Phil defended Dan from his bullies. They were quite a pair but they were perfect friends.

Okay so I have to go to school for a 'study' day and I know after a few hours I'll be bored out of my mind. So, if you have any prompts or requests, message me/comment here because I shoooouuuuuld be able to do some writing today. Touch wood. (Is that something everyone says or is it just a British thing??)