Horrible title, I know! I just couldn't think of a better one >.<

Phil was sitting at his normal seat, as he did every lunchtime, staring at nothing. He was watching a boy and a girl walk past, their hands connected whilst he thought about the idea of being in a relationship. He shook his head at the ridiculousness before looking down at his lap. He frowned slightly, sadness spreading across his features as he realised that he wasn't particularly the most liked person in the school.

It wasn't long before he was smiling and staring into space again though because not being liked was something he was used to and, as sad as it sounded, he was content with that.

He found satisfaction in sitting alone with his thoughts. He liked to make up his own stories and picture himself in bizarre situations. He liked to think that, if for some reason the whole school set on fire, he would be the hero to swoop in and save the stranded pupils. That was just a small thing that ran through his brain on a daily basis.

He quickly ran his hand through his dark fringe, pushing it out of his eyes so that he could properly see. In the distance, he heard the school bell ring, making him eagerly jump to his feet.

He half-skipped, half-walked down the path to his lesson, keeping his gaze fixed to the floor as he did so. He was in his own world and he didn't even care that someone was watching him closely.

The person found Phil extremely intriguing because he was adorable and acted like a 5-year-old despite being 14. (That added to the fact that he was kind of attractive too. Okay, maybe not kind of, he was extremely attractive.)

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Phil was sitting in English, his favourite lesson, and they were writing creative writing pieces. Phil was currently writing about a boy who was just like him. He daydreamed all the time and he didn't have any friends. It was all about the boy figuring out that he didn't need friends to be happy, all he needed was an imagination.

"Phil, could you please read yours out?" The teacher smiled at Phil, knowing creative writing was his absolute favourite thing to do in the world.

Phil smiled a cheesy smile before clearing his throat and beginning to read. "Loneliness can be harrowing. With nothing but a pillow to hear your cries and your screams, it can often hurt you inside. Sometimes it can be okay though. You have no one to tell you that you're annoying, no one to burden with your worries. There was this boy who suffered immense loneliness. He wasn't a fan of people in general but he often detested the thought of being alone."

"Loner." Someone muttered under their breath but Phil ignored it, carrying on reading without a single stutter.

"Other times, he was excited to be in his own presence. It meant he could think. He could make up magical worlds and jump from one to another with nothing but a single step. Those were the days that the sun would shine bright and those were the good days. He would lay on the top of the tallest hill, his back pressed against the soft cushion of grass and watch the clouds. Often he would look at their shapes. He liked that. Those were the good days.

He found that the days where he screamed into his pillow and cried himself to sleep slowly faded as he grew up. He began to appreciate the privacy he had during the school day. It put him ahead in a lot of the homework.

His shoulders never really slumped as much as they used to, he stood tall and proud with a cheeky grin on his face. His smile warmed others, making them feel happy too.

He was proud of who he was and, despite not having any friends, he no longer felt alone."

"Wow, that was amazing! Just like usual. Well done. Dan, could you read yours?" The teacher grinned and Phil sat back down, a satisfactory smile on his face.

Phil watched as Dan stood up, his whole face a bright red colour. Even from the other side of the classroom, Phil could see Dan's hands shake as he picked up his book.

"T-The s-sun was setting and there was a glint of red as the night loomed c-closer." Dan swallowed before carrying on his story as Phil stared at him, completely intrigued. Dan looked frightened, to say the least. His hands were trembling and his voice shaking. Phil even noticed the way his body was swaying as he spoke the words with absolutely no confidence.

When Dan had finished, the teacher congratulated him too. That seemed to make a small-but-cute blush appear on his cheeks. How had Phil only just noticed the boy? He was extremely pretty and Phil could literally feel a crush growing despite just looking at him.

"Next, we shall work in pairs to create a poem about a chosen emotion. Everyone pair up!" Dan looked like a lost puppy as everyone ran to their friends, smiling brightly.

Phil didn't have a partner either so a plan formed in his mind.

He slowly stood up, taking his book into his hand as he shuffled across the room to Dan. "Is it okay if I work with you?" Phil mumbled, not really giving Dan much of a choice as he placed his exercise book down on the table space beside Dan.

"Sure, whatever." Dan murmured, staring down at the desk to avoid Phil's gaze.

"I really like your writing style.. It's really great, the way your portray the character's emotions is beautiful." Phil smiled, his stomach churning at the thought that he was actually talking to someone in school. He hadn't even muttered a single word to someone for a long time but, for some reason, he felt attracted to Dan.

"Thank you.. I love your writing too. It.. it made feel kind of happy."

"It made you happy? How so?" Phil was grinning then because he had brought someone happiness? Even in the smallest way, it made him feel proud.

"It made me know that I'm not alone." Dan's voice was a whisper and the way he said the sentence made him sound so fragile.

After a couple of moments of silence, Phil spoke up again. "Do you think we could be friends?"

"I don't know.. Human interaction isn't really my thing." Dan was blushing again and that just made Phil smile even more. Dan was pulling at his sleeves nervously as his body trembled slightly. He was slightly afraid that Phil was tricking him. Maybe he had seen Dan staring at him at lunch and wanted to hurt or make fun of him? As much as Dan wanted to believe Phil wasn't nice, he just couldn't. Phil's blue eyes held too much kindness so he debated giving in and agreeing. With a little more persuasion on Phil's behalf, he would agree to being Phil's friend.

"Please? You seem really nice."

"I've never had a friend before."

"Neither. Let me be your first friend."

"Okay.. but I'm not going to tell you any of my darkest secrets because you could be tricking me or something." When Dan noticed the way that Phil's face lit up, he didn't regret agreeing at all.

"That's okay," Phil didn't hesitate before adding something to the end, "Friend."

I quite like this?? Kind of??

What's your favourite one shot in this book?

I'm quite proud of Mother's Day and my Text Message series ^-^