Dan walks to the snowy park in annoyance. His eyes scanning over anything, anything at all to help him report. It was annoying, being blank about any possible idea. He could lose his job, and disappoint his parents. All he was is a failure towards them, this is the one thing that has their relationship stable. He plops down on a park bench, resting his chin on his hands. His fingers tap along his jaw, while he stares at the frozen lake. He takes out his notepad from his backpack, and scans around for anything at all to report.

His eyes freeze on another boy in the distance. He has his face buried in a book as he lays on a tree branch. How he managed to climb up there? Dan didn't know, but it was incredible how he got on there. They make eye contact, both raising their eyebrows in anticipation. The other boy breaks first, looking back at his book. Dan bites on his bottom lip, wanting some form of discussion. He didn't like being alone that much. He didn't really have a friend other than Chris, but he was always busy.

Dan stands up, and slowly walks across to the boy. He gently sits underneath him, trying not to startle him. "Hi," he softly says, and the boy glances down. Almost in confusion at where the voice was coming from. He finally locks eyes with Dan, and stares at him for a moment. "Hello?" he replied in questioning. Dan must have looked so awkward, attempting conversation with a boy who is trying to be alone.

"My names Dan, I'm a reporter here at Islington," Dan smiles, and puts his hand out for Phil to shake.

"No need to be formal, Dan," Phil replied awkwardly, but shakes his hand back. It was an awkward handshake, making both men extremely uncomfortable. Dan finally realizes the boy has a punk outlook going. His hair messy and in a beanie, obviously, he was too lazy to brush it. It was jet black and dyed blue at the tips. He wore a black coat, a scarf matching by also being pure black. He also had black ripped skinny jeans, and stylish black combat boots. He looks at Phil's hands, noticing he had black fingerless gloves. The book he was reading wasn't a book, it was a draft of something. Phil raises an eyebrow at Dan.

"Excuse me? Have some privacy," Phil snapped, hopping off the branch and starting to walk away. Dan widens his eyes before realizing. He had a topic to write on. A mysterious punk boy showing up in Islington with no reason at all? A bit suspicious if he admits. What was he writing? A note to the government. Dan mentally scolded himself at those ridiculous thoughts.

"Wait!" Dan yelled after him, causing Phil to whip around.

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HI GUYS, ME AND MY FRIENDS DECIDED TO WORK ON THIS FIC LIT