The New Boy: Phan High School AU

Chapter 4-Phil's POV

"Hey Dan, do you mind....do you mind if I draw you?" I'm not really sure why I'm asking him, but he's pretty, and the way sunlights hitting him just looks really good.

He turns sort of pink, and a slight smile plays across his lips. "Sure...but only if I can draw you!" The smile turns into a sortof grin.

I turn towards him a bit, and tell him to stay just like he is, but he laughs at me and says "Phiiil... I can't stay like this and draw you at the same time" so he shifts slightly and puts his sketch pad on his lap and grips his pencil tightly in his hand and squints at me, as if looking for the best angle.

He fixes his fringe then reaches towards me and guides my face to face his. As his skin makes contact with mine, and believe me I know how cliche this sounds, there was a spark. But like a literal spark of static electricity. And it kinda hurt.

Dan jumps back, nearly falling off his chair. "Shit! Sorrysorrysorry..." He mutters, wiping his hands on his jeans as if hoping to rid himself of the static.

I sort of giggle, which is something I never thought I would do. I grin at him and reassure him that it's fine, it didn't hurt me, etc. He looks relieved, then his eyes light up and he tells me to freeze right where I am and don't move a muscle.

He grabs his pencil and paper and starts sketching furiously, looking up at me every so often. After a short period of time his head pops up from his paper and he turns his drawing to me so I can see it.

It's really good, actually! He caught me as I was laughing at him. My smile much wider than I thought it was, and you can just see the tip of my tongue poking out from the side of my mouth as it does when I'm really happy. It wasn't an exact likeness but it was pretty darn close, especially for such a quick sketch.

"Can I keep it?" I ask tentatively. He nods, tears it out of his drawing pad, and hands it to me. I smile at him and stow it in my backpack before turning back to him and grabbing my own art supplies. "My turn!" I say and position him so the light hits his hair just right, giving him sort of a golden halo.

"Smile more!" I direct him, because he looks sort of nervous. He jolts, then forces a smile. Shit. Have I done something wrong? We were getting on so well, too.

I pull a funny face, hoping to lighten any tension I've caused, and he grins. "Perfect! Stay like that."

I try to put as much detail as I can into the drawing, but there's a bit less than 20 minutes left in class so it's kinda hard. When I've finished, I stare at it for a moment. It's pretty good, if I do say so myself, but it definitely could be better.

"Can...uh...'uv...'et?" Dan's muffled halting voice breaks me out of my reverie. "Wha-? Oh. Yeah. Sorry go ahead." I say, realising he had been asking if he could move yet.

He breaks out of the pose, rubbing his jaw after holding it in a smile for so long. "Can I see?" He motions towards my drawing. I turn the paper towards him and his eyes widen. "Wow! Phil! That...thats really good!"

"You like it?" I ask shyly. "Hell yeah, I like it!" He nearly shouts, then his manner changes abruptly, becoming more tentative, less sure of himself as he asks if he can keep the drawing.

"Of course!" I grin at him and tear the drawing out. He puts it in a folder in his bag just as Ms. Harmon calls for class to end.