Phan Oneshots

What I Would Do

Summary: Continuation of Trouble Maker, in which Phil is once again put in detention, not that Dan is complaining.

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The fact that it was raining probably should have told Dan that it wasn't going to be a very good day. That, and he couldn't find his favorite hoodie, with the hole in the sleeve. Or maybe he should have guessed by the way his hair was going to be an unruly mess, because today just had to be the day that he ran out of hair spray.

Either way, he was grumpy and irritated by the time he sat down in his first lesson, and it lasted pretty much the whole day. No one seemed to dare interact with him, not that that was any different from any other day. But they seemed downright scared of him today.

Of course, his mood only worsened when he spontaneously remembered that he still had this entire week of detention to serve.

At the end of the day, while pretty much everyone else was leaving to fulfill their afternoon plans, Dan made his way reluctantly to the dreary classroom where all the 'bad kids' went. There were a few more people here today, a couple jocks roughhousing off to the side and a quiet girl all the way in the back corner.

And Phil Lester, in the same seat he'd been in last week, reading as per usual. Dan smirked and made his way over to him.

"Slow down there, Lester." Dan said sarcastically as he sat down. "You might earn yourself a reputation."

Phil glanced up quickly at his voice, rolling his eyes, but Dan didn't miss the red tint staining his cheeks. "Please. It's not exactly a crime against humanity, correcting teachers."

"Ah, so I see we're still disregarding the authority of our elders."

"It's not my fault she doesn't know how to conjugate!" Phil exclaimed, scowling as Dan laughed. He just looked so serious about this small little thing.

"If you say so, Philly." Dan said, and reached out, grabbing the book Phil had his arms crossed over. "Shakespeare." Dan stated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep." Phil said defensively, snatching the book back, sticking a loose square of paper to mark his place. "Most people only go on about that bullshit Romeo and Juliet, or Hamlet. Not that they're not noteworthy, but it's pretty narrow minded, only educating yourself with bits and pieces."

"Understandable." Dan said, leaning back in his seat with a smile. "Never been a big fan of the guy myself."

"Yeah, I could guess." Phil said, grinning at Dan's offended look.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Dan asked, sitting up again, resting his elbows in the desk. "You don't think I'm educated enough to know about Shakespeare?" Phil shrugged, and Dan smirked.

"When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,

Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:

Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;"

Dan trailed off, delightedly watching as Phil gaped at him. He didn't actually remember the rest of that particular sonnet, but he was sure that that was enough to be impressive.

"So, you're like, some secret literature nerd?" Phil asked, his eyes still shining with awe. "I don't even know the name of that one."

Dan shrugged, pushing his hair back from his face. "Just cause I'm not a fan doesn't mean I haven't 'educated' myself."