two broken halves still make a whole

how did it start

A/N 1k+ words, and if you are sensitive to bad language, I suggest not reading. But anyways, hope you like it:)

Phils POV
Phil has been going to the same school for 10 years now, and at the end of every year, he has the same old stories, studying, working, and praying. Let's just say that Phil was not ever noticed by anyone other then the teachers which says a lot because there were over 300 kids in his school. But anywho, Now it's time to graduate from his small ordinary school into the deep depths of hell. Err, I meant to say high school. Over the summer, since he has no social life, he based his extra time to start his community service hours. I know it's early in the school year, but he enjoys helping people, so he decided to get a head start. Time starts to dawn in, and summer is just about ending, and as you know it, it's done. Teenagers around the globe are settling in just to wake up tomorrow morning at 5:30 bright and early for another long year of hell.

Beep beep beep beep. Phil's fist comes into contact with the off button to his disturbing alarm, and with that, he starts to dress and eat, preparing for the scariest thing he will come to face. To make matters worse, he has no one to go through it with. After a good 45 minutes later, Phil hears the bus halt outside his door, so he says farewell to his parents, grabs his necessities, and dashes down his driveway into a crowded and absolutely terrifying bus. He takes an empty seat at the back, hoping to not draw attention from anyone. He looks over, and there's a boy gazing his way. Their eyes connect and Phil recognizes that  the boys eyes are the most beautiful  that Phil has ever saw. Phil took in every detail of this strange boy, and he mentally labeled him as a lost faun for some odd reason. With his chestnut brown hair, and dark golden eyes, to his black skinny jeans and cute oversized light blue hoodie, it was getting hard to not stare. Phil definitely wanted to meet this boy again.

Dans POV
it's 7:30, and I've been on this bus for the past 45 minutes picking up more people to throw a grimace at me, then sit as far away from me as they can. It's like elementary all over again. As Well as nursery school. What could he say? For some reason, no one likes or ever has liked Dan. When what I was hoping to be the last because the bus was getting real packed now, and I didn't feel like sharing a seat with someone, the most amazing sight came through the door and sat across from me. I couldn't help to stare, his jet black hair, lightly tinted blue and green eyes, his darkly coloured denim pants, along with a blue and white checkered sweater made it a problem to stop looking. His immediate thoughts are how to get in contact with this boy again.

Throughout the day, I kept seeing this mysterious angel floating around the halls of school. We actually collided into each other and I immediately wanted nothing more than to disappear. The cold school hours went by slowly, each one seeming to drag on, but finally Dan was going to go back to the warmth of his humble abode. It was finally 2:30, and the students eagerly boarded the bus. Dan sat at the back again, hoping to not be a problem. And with his genuine luck, the black haired boy sat across from him again. And suddenly, his world was turned upside down...

Phils POV
I board the bus in hopes it won't take long to get home. I sit at the back again because I'm starting to like it there. Out of nowhere I think of the boy I met, how I should've sat with him on the bus, how I got butterflies in my stomach by just looking at him. When suddenly a little wave of motion catches me from the corner of my eye. I whip my head in its direction, it's him. The boy. Nows my chance. At that moment, I gained the bravery of 3 egotistical jock douchbags all at once, so i took a deep breath, and stuck out my hand in position of the traditional meeting shake. He looked confused for a minute, I don't blame him, I was confused at myself, but I was more terrified than confused, so I just stuck to my guns. Then he put out his hand to meet mine. His hand was warm nevertheless the freezing temperatures just outside the small bus walls. I then realized that I was staring at him, not making a move. I quickly regained my sanity, and spoke a bit too loud, causing people to stare our way,
"Hi! I'm Phil, Phil Lester. I saw you early but I didn't say hello. You are?"

Dans POV
I was staring at the small frame of this adorable boy, when he whipped his head around as if a horror movie was in the making process and he was practicing for a role in it. Out of nowhere, he stuck out his hand, at first I was confused, but then I decoded the fact that it was a typical hand shake. I stuck my hand out as well, but then he just stared at me. Then he introduced himself. I replied with my name as any other person in my situation would do. The young boy then took the opportunity and slide on over to the empty spot of my seat. We talked for the rest of the ride home, and as we were approaching his stop, he asked if I wanted to come over. Without a seconds hesitation I quickly agreed, ready for whatever comes next.

A/N, hey:) sorry about the kinda cliff hanger, I just felt like there was a bit too much for one chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and I'll try to update it again sometime this week, but for now, adieu❤️