[Troye POV]
I hear my shoes lightly tapping against the cold, gray pavement, the chill of winter air causing my bare hands to practically freeze. These walks to school are the only time that I'm completely positive that I'm alone. I have a car but I prefer not to use it. Walking is the only time I don't have to be the Troye Sivan. The one who is always invited to every party, the one always 'in style', the one that makes every girl swoon. I often get sick of that version, but I'd rather play this role than be looked down upon.
As I approach the doors of the school, I brace myself for the impact of my entry. The infinite amount of high-fives and greetings that I will recieve when I pass by. It's pretty much my routine, so you'd probably think I'm used to it, yet everyday someone new learns my name and they're last on a long line of people that want my smile. Outside of school, I can be myself. I can be Troye. Once I step inside those bleak, gray doors, I have to act like Troye Sivan. Troye would never give the jocks a fist bump, yet Troye Sivan would. Troye would never ignore the nerds, yet Troye Sivan would. Troye would never approve of Troye Sivan, and Troye Sivan would never approve of Troye.
Checking my watch and realizing I'm late to first period, I turn the door handle and step inside. Once I'm certain no one is in the hallway, I rush to my locker. Unfortunately, someone else reaches my locker before I do. A boy with dark hair and menacing dark eyes. He stands over me, resting a hand on my shoulder. In one quick movement, my bag is on the floor.
"Hey Troye," he snarls, sounding as pissed as he looked.
"What's up?" I give him a half-wave, hopefully showing off as little emotion as possible. Let's be real here, this is Dan Howell we're talking about. I think I have the right to be at least a little afraid.
"Gas prices." He responds cynically, walking away. At least this time he didn't hurt me. He pushes past a group of freshman girls, all probably there to get to me. Once Dan is out of sight, I check my watch again. If I take the time to put my backpack away, I'll barely make the last 5 minutes of my first class, English. If I just go now, I can make it and be there for 15 minutes. Since I have my English books in my bag anyway, I take the second option, along with a shortcut. A minute later, I'm explaining to my teacher that I slept late. Somehow she believed my lie and told me to take the seat behind my original one. I'm seated next to a kid with distreactingly bright hair. This will be exciting, I think to myself.
[Phil POV]
I sit in the driver's seat of my small car, fingers tapping absentmindedly on the wheel. Pulling into the school's back parking lot, I find a free space. I get out of the car cautiously. My oversized sweatshirt hangs loosely around my tall, yet fragile frame. I walk to the doors and pull, eventually gaining enough strength to fully open them.
I head towards my locker, looking down to avoid everyone's gaze. I make it to my locker just before the bell. I put my bookbag away and exchange that for my science books, but also a graphic novel. I pick up my things and carefully close my locker. Just as I do, a high-pitched bell rings throughout each and every hallway, signaling that I'm late. As always. I'm heading down the hallway to science as quickly as I can, but I'm slowed when someone else's body collides with mine and I fall straight to the floor. I look up, and of course, I just had to bump into Dan Howell. He looks angry, like a fiery type of angry, but then his anger fades.
Dan Howell is... blushing?
"Sorry," he says sheepishly, instantly bending down to pick up my books. I'm just sitting there, staring at him in wonder. Why isn't he punching me? Why am I not bleeding and on my way to the nurse? Slowly, I get up, still keeping a distance.
"Thank you," I whisper, not being able to find my voice.
"No problem," he nods. "You have science with Mr. James now, correct?" I nod. "I have him as well, we can walk together."
"O- okay," I stutter as he takes my small, fragile hand in his. We walk together into the doorway, and all mouths drop down to the floor, eyes moving between our faces and our hands.
"Close your mouths, you'll catch flies." Dan tells the class smoothly.
The teacher walks up to us and sighs. "You're very late. Anway, good morning boys. Since you joined us a bit late, you'll have to take the last two seats in the back. That also means you'll be lab partners."
Dan smirks, leading me to our seats, taking a seat for himself and gesturing to the seat beside himself. I take a seat, still with a confused look on my face.
"I'm Dan," he hasn't taken his eyes off of me yet.
"Phil," I reply, not taking my eyes off of his either.
"Well, Phil, is there any chance you can meet me in the parking lot after school?" he asks, looking somewhat hopeful.
"Um... sure..." I respond nervously.
"No need to be scared."
(A/N)
Sorry about the super late update but my friend types and edits for me and I don't want to rush her especially because she writes her own Phantastic ((haha v v punny)) fics. This first chapter is dedicated to fobsessing luv ya fren. I have 2 more chapters on the way, thanks for your patience.
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Skin Deep (TroylerxPhan AU)
Fanfiction"The problem with society is that we only look skin deep. I'm one to talk, I did too until some people let me see into themselves deeper than you'd ever see on the surface." ~ "Everyone has an image, I'm Troye, and my image is not what I would want...
