Anemone that is all. Back to da story.
This will be short I am aware.

Jack's POV
Dan has been extra kind lately. Like really nice. I don't deserve it. He's just doing it out of pity. I haven't heard from Felix or Cry, but it's not like I expected it. Mark tries to talk with me but I never feel like talking back especially with his "buddies" hanging around. Dan always saves me from those situations.
He's so...he's like....he's great.
I'm still chilling at his place, my mother doesn't seem to care so why not. Dan always gives me little kisses on the cheek when I'm sad or feel like cutting. It's sweet and makes me feel loved for the moment.
Do I like like him....no, I like....Mark.
Dan pulls me from my thoughts when he says "My hair is straighter than me" with no expression until he turns to me in a fit of giggles as I fall onto his bed. I felt happy, confused, but happy.
Until Phil opened the door.
"Hey Dan look I'm sor-" he stopped when he saw me laying on Dan's bed with a now concerned Dan looking between me and Phil. "I-I can explain"  he quickly walked over to him. "He's just a friend, I'm helping him through some tough times, his mom fucking kicked his queer ass out" Phil looked at me. He looked hurt, confused, and angry. I probably looked the same considering Dan just outted me right then and there. See Dan didn't actually like you. He used you while he waited for his Philly to come back.
Dan looked down at his feet. "Jack I think you should go back to your mother, you can't stay here anymore" I didn't argue I was already out the door. "Four, five" Not going home since I don't have a place to call home anyway. I just kept walking and walking and walking.