Hi, Philip Michael lester here. I'm a fashion student in upper 6th at St.heaths high. It's funny, I don't seem like I'm into fashion with the black clothes and the piercings but I really am. I mean people think that you need to be all hipster but you can be a punk. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with pastels, that Dan is a cutie and a real sweet guy. Everyone else at this school is horrid but he is really nice.
I worry that I scare him with my look but I think I'm just being stupid, he seams really accepting. I know my piercings are a bit against my personality. I used to be really depressed and I didn't want to self harm, people do it because they think it's romantic after reading fanfics. So instead I got a piercing each time I got my belly button, ears and cartilage, an eyebrow bar, two snakebites and a nose stud. I haven't got a piercing for ages, I'm getting much happier with myself.
Dan looked up at me from his drawing and over at me as I pinned the leather studded skirt that was piecing together on the manakin. I tried not to go red or smile, I really liked him but I'd never really talked to him. That was the 3rd time this period that he had looked over at me. He went back to sketching and adjusted his fringe, his lilac-silver highlights glistening and matching his outfit.
His phone rang snapping me out of my thoughts, it played the tune of immortals by fall out boy and I smiled to myself. "Hi mum." He waited and after a few yeses no's and ums he agreed to get the bus home. Several hours of textiles work in calm silence went by, I snacked on sandwiches and a can of cola and suddenly the bell rang for home. I picked up my bag and walked down to the bus stop, stopping halfway to do my flies up. I stood under the cherry tree by the stop, the light grey cobblestone pavement under my feet. The sky was starry and clear and I stood in silence until a boy came and stood at the same stop I wouldn't have taken any notice of him if it weren't for the fact that he was in pastels and a flower crown, it was Dan. I'd been wanting to talk to hi and this was the perfect opportunity.
"Hey Dan! Are you taking the number 4?" Ugh, I'm so awkward.
"Ummm...yeah I think so." He mumbled between licks of his pistachio ice cream. I smiled, glad for the company.
"It's weird we don't talk much, I mean we do go to school together and we are both taking fashion as A.S levels."
"Yeah ," he nodded, "I mean most of the school are assholes so I tend to avoid people in general. I just end up listening to music."
"What music do you like?" Finally, a question I was interested in.
"I like fall out boy, muse, the ramones, nirvana, pink floyd, panic at the disco, twenty one pilots, you me at six, pierce the veil and all time low. Or at least they are my mains, I just like that kind of music. How about you?" I smiled encouragingly.
"I like all of those and um...the black veil brides, sum 41, Jimmy eat world and ummm..........Kanye." I laughed as his pale cheeks turned a shade pink.
We went on like that for a while, it turns out we have a lot in common. I was punk he was pastel punk, we liked the same music, the same games, the same anime and we both wanted to go to Japan and had YouTube. When we came to dan's stop I waved goodbye and promised myself to at least try to be friends.
