Maybe he's not here.

Fifteen minutes into the lesson, and Phil still hadn't arrived. Dan had shared with everyone information about his favourite song, and been forced to sit through descriptions of everyone else's, and he was ready to go into the piano room and start teaching Phil.

Or at least, he would have been ready if Phil had been there.

All he could do for the start of the lesson was continue his composition and hope that Phil would arrive soon.

He tried to add an additional part onto his piece, but had no inspiration.

"What are you playing? It sounds like a herd of angry geese!"

Dan turned to see Phil smirking at him from the doorway. "Thanks. I was trying to add a new bit onto my composition but it wasn't really working."

"Why'd you want to add a new bit? It sounds amazing as it is."

"Thanks..."

Phil, sensing that Dan was feeling awkward, pulled up a stool and sat down. "Let's get round to the piano."

Dan smiled gratefully, and they sank into the routing of 'listen-demonstrate-play-practise' which formed the basis of their lessons.

Halfway through, Phil started to notice that something was 'off' about Dan.

"Are you alright, Dan?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..."

"It's just that you made three mistakes in that one bar, and that's really not like you."

"I... I just feel like..."

He paused, choosing his words carefully, bracing himself.

"We can't be friends anymore Phil."

Phil stared at him. "Why not?"

"Things have clearly changed between us, and... We just can't."

Phil was dumbstruck. "But Dan..."

"I'll keep teaching you piano during these lessons, but we're not friends. Ok?"

Phil held his tears back. His first proper, real friend, since he arrived at the school four years ago, was saying they couldn't be friends anymore.

"I said, ok?"

Phil, willing himself not to break down, nodded.

okay here have another update ik it's short but I have a writer's block (and if you dont get that reference to watch 'The Writer's Block' by KickThePJ #spon okay bye