DAN'S POV
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       "Stressed Out" -Twenty One Pilots
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  "Daniel? Come downstairs, please." I groan and burry my face back into my pillow." DAN!" I reluctantly get up and yell back," What?"

  "Get down here!"

  I glare at nowhere in particular and swing my legs out of the warmth of my blankets, into the cold room air. I shiver and shuffle over to my closet to take out some jeans and a black long sleeve. I slide on my skinnies and throw on the shirt.

  I skip down the stairs and walk into the dark living room. The curtains were closed and the only light source was a small lamp. I sigh when I see a dark haired person sitting on the black couch." Yeah mum," I say. She turns her dark brown eyes on me. Why do I look like her? Out of all people, her. She smiles falsely and says," I'm off to a trip for the next month. Auntie Katie is staying here to take care of you." I wince at the name. Not her. Kate is my evil aunt. She always hits me and calls me names. I believe she's a spawn of Satan to be honest.

  The sound of light footsteps make me shrink back. My sister, Beth, comes prancing into the room. She sees me and immediately sneers," Oh! Isn't it the mistake? Sinner!" Oh, yeah, my sister hates my choice in gender. I'm gay. She thinks that guys must be with girls and vice versa, but I just don't find girls appealing. Not to offend! I've had friends that are girls! But I just can't go further than friendship with a girl. Trust me, I tried, and it sucked.

  I cower and slip out of the tension, into the kitchen. I grab a muffin and my bag. I don't care if I have my hobbit hair. I'm not staying in there! I head out the door and start the walk to school. I finish the muffin and sadly my thoughts attack. I start to self consciously pull back the rubber band on my wrist and snap it against my tan skin.

  The sting makes the thoughts calmer, but leave a red mark on my arm. I keep this up until a small welt has appeared. I know I shouldn't do this, but it eases pain. I move to another spot on my arm and repeat the process. I do this until I ran face first into a chest.

  "Oh my! Sorry! Dang it! Ugh! Are you okay?" I tumble back and fall on my bum. Well, that hurt. I groan slightly and look up at the person I ran into. He was frantically picking up the papers he had dropped. His black hair flustered and his blue eyes tired. I start to help him." Sorry," I mumble. The guy looks up at me with the most entrancing look. I find myself lost in his eyes and quickly regain control.

  "Uh- yeah, sorry! I wasn't looking," I say. The guy grabs my wrist. I realize I forgot to pull my sleeve back down. The guy runs his fingers over the welt and I cringe slightly." Are you okay," he asks quietly. I nod and pull my arm away. I tug the sleeve down and pick up the other papers." I'm Phil, by the way," the blue eyed stranger says. I gulp and reply," I'm Dan."

  If I had known who this boy would become, I would've never let him go.

  Phil nods and walks past me whilst saying," Thanks, Dan. See you around." I agree and walk past. Well, that was awkward.

  I soon reach the front doors of my school. Reading High School. I curse as I enter the suffocating school. People were everywhere. Kissing, laughing, reading, horsing around, whatever. I, instead, push my way into the band room. It was quiet, except a few people practicing their instruments, and I liked it. I walk up to the keyboard and sit in the chair. My fingers hover above the keys. I always wanted to play the piano, but I don't know how.

  "Need help?"

  I look up to see a pair of green gray eyes staring at me. It was a girl, blonde haired, freckled, thin. She smiles sweetly at me and nods her head to the keyboard." Do you know how to play," she repeats. I shake my head and scoot over as she sits beside me. She points to a key." C. This is C," she says, pressing it down. She points to the black key to the right," C sharp or D flat." A beautiful note comes out of the board. I nod and look up at the music stand where a piece lay." What about this," I say. She smiles," Every Good Boy Does Fine."

  "What?" She sighs and points to the bottom line." E," she presses a key down. She moved up to the next line," G," she plays a note. I sit there whilst she goes through the notes. After, she looks over at me and says," What's your name?" I reply," Dan. You?" She smiles wider and answers," Belle." I smile over at her," Nice to meet you, Belle." She laughs," You too, Dan. Hey, how about you come in here every morning and I'll teach you notes?" I agree just as the bell rings.

  "What class do you have," she asks whilst packing up her things." Er- Math with Moore," I say. Belle looks back at me happily," Me too!" I walk beside her as we go to the classroom. Her accent was off. She's not from the UK." Where are you from," I ask. Belle chuckles," I'm from the U.S. New York, actually." I smile again and we near the door. I ask her one more question," What instrument do you play?" I expected a clarinet or flute for this petite girl, but no." I'm a percussionist," she says, taking out a pair of drumsticks.

  I tilt my head," You don't look like a percussionist." She smiles and says," I know, that why I like it. I like to seem different and weird, cause I am." I nod and follow her into the classroom. I take my usual seat in the back and this time, Belle sits beside me." Ooo it's cool back here," she exclaims. I laugh at her excitement, but stop as a taller person comes over to us.

  "Belle? Why are you sitting back here," asks a tall, black haired guy. Belle scoffs," Cause I can, Derek! Dang, I got other friends!" Derek smirks at her," You so bad." She crosses her arms," You haven't seen my bad side." Derek laughs," No? What about that time you hit Carlos in the-" Belle glares at him," He asked for it!"

  "Wow," Derek says," He took your Timpani mallets! So? Sam was playing them already." Belle looks away with anger written on her fairy like features. I smile at her," Calm down." She sighs and looks up at Derek." This is Dan. I'm teaching him piano," she says, nodding to me.

  "Piano, huh? I like bass. Big and loud," Derek says." Just like you," Belle retorts. Derek was about to snap back, but Mrs. Moore came in. She scolds him and he sits. So math began..... Oh, I should tell you I listened, but no, I didn't. I'm a great roll model, aren't I?

  Derek and Belle keep whispering to each other and I caught a few words." Festival." What the heck is Festival?" I'm going to shove that bass up your butt if you don't play louder," Belle concludes. Derek mocks her silently and I stifle a laugh." Dan, wanna go get your schedule changed to Band next period," Belle suggests. I fold my hands nervously," I-I don't know....it's already senior year and I'm terrible...." Belle scoffs," It doesn't matter! Dr. Crowder is always welcoming newbies!" Derek mumbles a 'hmp' and looks away.

  "Okay," I say. If I only knew who the assistant was, I would've bailed.

AUTHOR NOTE
  Wuzzup? So, this is my like....fifth Phan story. I'm addicted. Wow....fandoms are drugs.

  So any who! How do you like this one? Did you like the Belle character? Sadly, Belle is based off the one and only....drumroll please....Dil_Phan! Yas me! I am a girl, a blonde, a percussionist, and a fiery person who would stick a bass up his butt if he doesn't play louder! Yes, Derek is someone too. Derek is my percussion friend Jacob! He loves to play the bass, and needs to play louder so I know where to come in!

  Well that was awkward....

  Anyway, I'm posting this without my editor knowing so haha ChelseaGroce ! Surprised? I'd be shocked if you said yes. I do this a lot.

QOTC: Do you play an instrument?

  Yes! Snare, marimba, xylophone, vibraphone, timpani, bass(some but I suck XD), and....... I did play a violin, but I gave up.

  Bye me bunnies!

  -Dil_Phan