Chapter Text
Dan POV
I sighed as I collapsed on to my new bed. I looked around my new bedroom and inhaled the smell of paint. "New town, new house, new start" is what my mum said when she informed us we were moving and I was fine with it, I would do anything to get away from him although I knew the real reason we moving was because of me. I stood up and took out a can of coke that was peeking up from the inside of a box. As I walked to my desk I briefly glanced at my reflection in the mirror: badly straightened brown hair, boring brown eyes with dark circles under them and slightly tanned skin. I was wearing black jeans with a faded grey T-shirt that showed how my stomach curves outwards instead of being flat. My mum calls it puppy fat and says that it will go when I have my next growth spurt but I don't quite believe her. I sat down at my desk and began to pack my backpack for my new school. An involuntary shiver passed down my spine. A new school which would be full of people who would stare at me, talk about me, and then forget me. And that was fine with me, I definitely preferred to blend in rather than stand out as my self esteem is generally pretty crap. I wrote Dan Howell on a couple of notebooks and emptied some pencils into a pencil case.
"DAN COME DOWNSTAIRS" my mum yelled.
"GIVE ME A MINUTE" I bellowed back.
I bet the neighbours are going to love our shouted conversations late at night. I smiled at the thought as I bounded downstairs into the kitchen to be met with 3 boxes of pizza and my family sat around the dining table. I took my place in between my mum and dad. My family consists of myself, my mum and dad and in general they're pretty great, I mean they do get on my nerves sometimes but they are good to me. They were supportive when I came out as bisexual and my dad even made a crap joke about how I can't get guys pregnant. I grabbed a slice of pizza and devoured it like my life depended on it.
4 slices later and after some intense discussion on whether we needed a shed or not, I headed upstairs back to my bedroom. I flopped on to my bed, and thought about my new school and it filled me with nerves and anticipation so I plugged in my earphones and put on some Muse. I felt myself relax as I heard the lyrics of Resistance play into my ear and I allowed Matt Bellamy's voice to help me drift off into a dreamless sleep.