Phan

Pretty Boy

Randomly got inspired to write so let's do this, haha..

Phil

Phil watched him for a while, observing his features, relaxed posture, and desire to get lost in the beautiful galaxy above. He knew that he had places to be, like his house for one, but something was mesmerizing about the scene in front of him. 

He finally let his breath leave like a puff of smoke once more before turning away and walking home. 

Keep your head in the clouds, pretty boy. 

Phil wasn't sure why this sentence was important to him, considering the night was clear and bitterly cold. Dan just seemed like he would be called pretty boy more times than he could recall. And maybe Dan needed a little distracting. Maybe Phil should be more observant of the people around him. He had so little time to cherish everything, but maybe that was just what he needed.

 Maybe Phil needed a little push.

Dan

As much as Dan wanted to sit underneath the stars for all eternity where he could be held by the universe, he had things to procrastinate. It was the earlier hours of the morning, and he had school in the blink of an eye if he wasn't careful. He was never one to get lost in things, but when he did he figured they were something special. The night sky seemed to always be special. He looked down at his phone and decided he needed to at least try to sleep, no matter how many hours he'd actually get.

It was later in the morning, and Dan was doing fun stuff like trying to balance all the things he needed to do to be ready within 15 minutes. Dan really needed some stability, but times were forever changing, and minutes would forever pass. 

He barely made it to school on time, but at least he made it. And while it would be a little too close for comfort, he found the small risks he took as a natural part of his life. He saw something he wished he hadn't in the halls, though. Phil. Phil was standing outside the classroom zoning out and he probably lightly bumped someone, but they ended up pushing him to the ground. It was quite rude considering it was accidental, but piss off the wrong person and suddenly they're out for blood. That's the funny thing about everything; it's so important while it's happening, but eventually it becomes insignificant. That jerk who pushed you around? He's no longer a part of your life, and you'll most likely just forget about it. But Phil, who was terribly startled by that shove, had the words 'I'm sorry' left on his lips and a frightened expression.

Dan eventually shook it off and continued to his class, but that left a mark on his brain. Someone like Phil is probably a doormat. Constantly stepped all over and taken advantage of with nothing to say about it. The world was a sad place, especially if you think everyone can like you if you try hard enough.

Phil

He forgot to do most of his homework. Not that he cared all that much, but he was having a rather tough week. Dan was really the only bright side to this school. He met a few other people, but they weren't as captivating as Dan. No one really was. He might not know Dan that well, but even with what little he knew, he could infer.

Phil could never understand one's need to hurt others. Maybe because of pain brought upon them in such a way that they mimic it? He wanted to be nice to everyone. Phil thought everyone deserved at least one chance, no matter the person. Some people thought it was awfully foolish of him, but everyone is innocent before proven guilty. Everybody gets a shot at innocence before true colors are brought out. Dan seemed rather cynical, from what Phil could tell. Phil thought that he should try and see how colorful everything can be, even when it's cloudy and somber. When by himself, Dan looked rather grim and unapproachable. Phil presumed Dan was like a safe. You just need the right combination, and everything would come out, right? While he questioned himself about Dan, only one sentence could really linger in his pool of thoughts:

The stars are smiling at you, pretty boy.

Well that was weird. Alright then, that turned out similar to what I expected. Everything I write is rather short, so I'm sorry.

~Dez