Dan POV

As annoying as it is, I had an incredible issue. The boy I was writing an article about made the reporters love it. They posted it all over social media, and it became trending on Twitter. I'm not sure this is a good thing. Why Phil had an inspiring outburst? I don't know. I'm sure he hates me for it.

Text Message to Phil: hey do u have twitter

Text Message from Phil: no why

Text Message to Phil: you're trending

Text Message from Phil: ...

Text Message to Phil: don't hate me, I didn't know this would happen!

Read 10:45 AM.

I fucked up badly. I grab my coat and backpack, and run down the apartment stares. Some of my co workers giving me pats as I run past them. I hop into my car, starting it before driving straight to the house from last night. It was the same party house. I hopped out and run to it, knocking furiously on it. "Please," I whisper. The door opens, exposing a woman with pink tips.

"Who are you?" she raises an eyebrow.

"I'm here to see... Uh, Phil," I awkwardly manage out. She nods slowly, leading me inside.

"My names Louise. I'm his roommate/sister figure. What did you do to make him that angry?" She points to the male across from them, he aggressively plays the piano. Every beat radiating off it angrily.

"He's really good," I whisper, "incredible actually. I'd rather forget about the reason right now. It's personal," I claim. She nods understandingly.

"Phil, you have a visitor," Louise softly states. She gives me a friendly smile before walking off. Phil's head slowly turns, his face completely dull.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Phil growled out, clenching his fist.

"Saying I'm sorry," I replied calmly, walking over to him. "You're really good at the piano."

Phil nods, and moved his fingers on the deeper keys, playing a more down beat. I watch him, almost wanting to sing with the beat. I can't sing, so I won't do that. "Why are you here, Dan?" Phil finally asks.

"Apologizing. I should have told you the consequences. I'm really sorry," I fiddle with my fingers. I'm not accustomed to having to apologize to people. I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to that.

"An apology I would accept. But it wouldn't help much. I know what you did was harmless. I understand that completely. I make mistakes, we all do. We are human after all," Phil claims.

"For a punk you're pretty nice. Not stereotyping I'm just saying. People are so judgmental. I thought all punks did like heavy drugs and smoked," Dan shrugged.

"I'm punk because of the music and culture. I like it a lot, it's my passion. My styles just who I've always been. Tattoos were my dream as a kid. I thought they were so cool," Phil smiles at the thought.