I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked at my alarm clock to see the time; 2 AM. Who in the hell was calling me at 2AM? I checked my phone to see a number I didn't know. I don't usually answer phone calls from people I don't know, but I did anyways. "Hello?" I said groggily.

"Phil?" I heard Dan's voice on the other end. "Phil... I-I need to you to come get me. Please."

I moaned. "Where are you? Why can't you call your mum?" I heard a repressed sob.

"I'm at the police station. My mum's out of town for the weekend. Please, Phil, I have no one else to call. My friends left me at the party when the cops came, and..."

"Fine. I'll come get your sorry ass." I hung up and got dressed. I knocked lightly on my parent's door. "Mum? Dad? I'm taking the car. Dan called me- he's at the police station and he needs me to pick him up."

My dad sat up. "What? Why would that-that ass call you? After everything he's done, you're going to go and pick him up?"

I nodded. "His mum is out of town and his friends deserted him at the party, which is why he got arrested. I may not like him, but I won't just leave him there."

My mum nodded. "That's good, Philly. I'm proud of you for doing that. They keys are on the counter. Be careful."

I thanked them and grabbed the keys for my dad's car. When I arrived at the station, I went to the front desk, letting them know that I was here for Dan. A couple minutes later Dan walked out and was unable to meet my eyes. "Let's go, Dan." I said abruptly. I was still pissed off at him. He had been unusually mean that day- or the day before, I suppose.

When we got in the car, Dan looked at me like he knew he was in for it. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, DAN? WERE YOU SO DRUNK THAT YOU COULDN'T EVEN RUN AWAY? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW AN ARREST LOOKS ON YOUR RECORD? YOU'RE SO LUCKY THEY LET YOU OFF!" I was screaming louder than I ever have. Dan looked at me, his light brown eyes slightly afraid. I softened up a bit. God, those eyes just broke me... wait. Why am I thinking that? He has made the last five years of life hell for me.

"Dan, you are so lucky I came to pick you up. You are lucky that I have some compassion in me, because if I didn't you would still be at that police station. I would go straight to the headmaster and demand that I not tutor you anymore. Because, honestly, you should just fail. You should just not graduate, but I am a normal human being with empathy and I won't let that happen."

After a couple silent minutes, Dan spoke up. "Um, Phil? This is isn't the way to my house."

"Well," I said. "For one, I don't know where your house is. Two, I'm not letting you be on your own, God knows what you'll do. You're staying at my house. Don't worry, we have a guest bedroom. You can probably fit into my clothes, so no worries."

I pulled into my house and showed Dan to the guest room. I went upstairs and grabbed some clothes for him and showed him where all of the extra toiletries were. I nodded to Dan. "Goodnight."

He nodded back. "Goodnight, Lester. Oh, and, um, thank you."

"Yep." I said then walked into my parents room to let them know that Dan was here. I went upstairs and changed out of my clothes and crawled into bed.

I awoke to a knocking on my door at around 10. "Um, Phil?" I heard Dan ask.

"Hm?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Dan walked in. "Um, I couldn't find any towels. Also, I don't think this shirt will fit." He handed me an old plaid shirt I had.

"I'll go grab you a towel, just pick any shirt I have in my closet." I went to grab a towel and when I came back, Dan was holding one of my older Attack on Titan shirts.

"Is this okay?" He asked. "I didn't want to grab the other one because it looks brand new."

I nodded. "Yeah that's fine. Do you watch Attack on Titan?"

Dan eagerly nodded. "It's a great show. Not many people know that I watch it though... actually, you're the only one."

"Well, I feel honored." I said sarcastically. "Now go shower. You smell like alcohol still." Dan walked out and I went into my own bathroom to get dressed. I put on an Adventure Time hoodie and black jeans before going into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal.

Dan walked out 15 minutes later while I was in the middle of my third bowl of cereal. "Help yourself." I said. "My parents go out to breakfast every Saturday morning, so they won't be back 'till around noon."

Dan looked around the kitchen like a lost puppy. He was just so... No. "Oh, for Goodness sake. I'll get the stupid cereal." I got up to reach for a box, when my sleeve slipped up my arm. I had forgotten that this hoodie had shorter sleeves. Dan and I looked at my arm at the same time before I quickly pulled my sleeve down and threw the cereal at him. I ran into my room and slammed the door.