Do Opposites Attract? (Punk Phil/Pastel Dan AU)

Do Opposites Attract? •1•

Hi everyone! Here's my new story, "Do Opposites Attract?"! I love Punk Phil/Pastel Dan phanfics, so I wanted to write one! Sorry I have not been posting lately as I have a case of writers block for my other stories. Oh well, enjoy! :D

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Dan P.O.V.

I have just finished reciting my newest poem, "Rain", to the listeners at the poetry night.

"Thank you, see you all next week." I said.

Poetry was like an escape. It gave me a chance to recite all of my feelings in a haiku, or just written, form.

No one knew that all of my poems were about me. My feelings in general.

A chance to express my feelings without speaking about myself. Poetry.

I've loved poetry since I was ten years old. I'm now 23. I've just finished University, and I have a degree in Poetic Studies.

I'm hoping that one day my poems will be published and everyone will get to read them.

A man can only dream.

As I jumped off of the stage, my flower crown fell to the ground. I hesitantly picked it up as I didn't want to make myself look foolish.

I loved my flower crowns. Today I was wearing a lilac flower crown. My favorite. It matched my pastel blue sweater perfectly. Under my sweater, I wore a white, collared, button down. I put the collar over the neck of my sweater. I wore black jeans, and lilac Converse sneakers to match my flower crown.

I loved my style, but others just found it gay. I am bisexual, but I personally don't think my style is gay. It's a style that I truly enjoy. Why couldn't people see that?

I walked out into the rainy night, my hair starting to curl at the ends. I hated when my hair curled. I hauled a taxi, and as I drove by, the only lights there was, were from a 24 hour tattoo parlor. I pity whoever works there.

I've been thinking of getting a tattoo, but I didn't know what to get. Maybe at some point in the future I'll know.

As I walked into my small apartment, I was greeted with my very pastel home. My couch was lilac, the walls were white, my fireplace was pastel pink. It was beautiful to me.

I turned on my caramel hot chocolate wax melt, and got cozy under my blanket to write poetry.

Phil P.O.V.

I stared out the window as I worked night shift at the tattoo parlor.

No one was out at 11:00 pm at night. Why would anyone care to get a tattoo?

I got out of University three years ago, and got a degree in Tattoo Arts. I am 28. What? I went to Uni late!

As I was bored, I decided to plan my next tattoo. I had two heavily tatted arms, and I never wanted to stop.

I plotted a spot where my arm was bare, and came up with the best idea.

As much as a punk I seemed, I loved video games, so I decided to make a PacMan ghost on my arm.

It hurt like hell, but I was used to it. I was proud of the blue ghost on my arm when I was finished.

I looked at myself in the mirror, going in depth with my appearance.

I had black hair with a blue dyed fringe, which I personally loved. My clothing was all black. I had a black sweatshirt, black jeans, and black army boots.

My lip, nose, ears, and eyebrow, were pierced. I loved all of my piercings, and never regret getting them.

My favorite part of my body, my tattoos. All of them had a meaning, and I'm willingly going to get more.

I decided to stare at the window yet again, to see something quite different.

There was a guy who seemed younger than me, and he was dressed in all pastels. He was staring at the shop, intrigued, but drove steadily away in the taxi.

He was interesting, I hoped I'd see him again.

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There's chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed! I'll see you all next time, bye! *drives boat away*