Pretty Boy

4

"Zoe's rather pretty. Don't you think so Dan?" Phil smiled.
"Oi, um, yeah, I guess..."

Fuck, stop it Dan! This guy is your friend and uh, news flash idiot, you've known him for a day!

"Dan?" Phil said.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay? You zoned out for a minute,"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine,"
"So, do you know what you wanna do with your life?" he randomly asked.
"Kinda,"
"Care to elaborate?" he chuckled.
"Nah, it's stupid,"
"I bet it's not," he placed his hand on top of mine, "tell me,"

Oh my god. Dan, stay calm, this doesn't mean anything. He literally just placed his hand on yours. Calm down you spork.

"Dan!" he snapped me out of it once more.
"Oh sorry..." I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. "I...I wanna be an astronaut," I mumbled.
"You wanna be a what?"
"An astronaut..."
"That's so cool! Wow, I've never met anyone that wanted to be an astronaut!"
"How about you?"
"I wanna own a plant shop,"
"Of course," I smirked.
"I've been saving up since I was little to buy my own shop. As soon as I graduate, Phil's Flower Shop will be open for business," he smiled proudly.
"Can't wait to visit," I playfully teased.
"So, random question," Phil started, "earlier today, when, uh...when you were defending me, thanks again by the way,"
"It was no trouble,"
"When you said you were my boyfriend," he started blushing.

Oh my god...stop stalling Phil! Ask me the question you dildo!

"I-I was wondering if you'd want to-"
"Yes," I cut him off.
"You don't even know what I was gonna ask,"
"I had a pretty good idea,"
"May I finish?"
"Yeah...sorry," I chuckled.
"Do you wanna go-"
"Yes...sorry." I glanced at Phil; poor guy was trying so hard to keep a straight face.
"Will you go out with me?"
"Yes," I said once more. "Don't like waisting time I see," I teased once more.
"Just didn't wanna be caught in the friend zone. Plus, if I didn't do it, Louise surely would have," he rolls this eyes.
"I see," I smiled.
"You're doomed. You know that right?"
"Yeah, I know,"
"So, what homework do you have again?"

***

"Where have you been!" Mum scolded.
"Out,"
"With whom?"
"A friend,"
"That boy you net at school?"
"Mhmm,"
"Daniel, use words!"
"Yes! It was the boy from school!"
"Stop yelling at him," dad said.
"I'm not yelling," she huffed. "I'll be upstairs. Daniel, Ade, you two better be in bed by 10,"
"Yeah yeah," Adrian mumbled.
"Dan, lounge, now," dad called.
"Coming," I sighed.
"Sit," he motioned to a spot on the couch. "What do you wanna watch? On the DVR we still have to watch, The Walking Dead, American Horror Story, and your weird Mary Berry shows,"
"Do not shame Great British Bake Off. That show is the shit,"
"Dan," he warned, "I may not be your mother but I still don't appreciate you swearing,"
"Sorry,"
"It's fine. So, what'll it be?"
"I could go for some walkers," I shrugged.
"Walking Dead it is," he quickly hit play and slouched into the couch. "So, how was your date with, Phil is it?"
"It was good,"
"You didn't correct me...what happened?"
"Nothing," I blushed and cracked a smile.
"Daniel James Howell, did you get a boyfriend?"
"Dad, don't talk like that. It's weird,"
"Sorry," he pat my back, "good for you,"
"Did someone get a boyfriend?" Adrian teased as he sat next to me.
"F...shut up,"
"Thank you Dan," dad mumbled.
"So when are you bringing him home?"
"Shut up Ade,"
"Both of you be quiet and watch the show."

***

"Why, good morning Daniel," Phil greeted with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white shirt, floral converse, and a floral print jacket; he reminded me of Tyler Joseph with glasses.

"Morning Phil," I smiled.
"This is for you," hr handed me the cup.
"Oh...thanks,"
"I don't know what kind you liked so I just guessed. I hope it's okay," he blushed. I took a sip of the small beverage and it was like my mouth died and went to heaven.
"It's amazing Phil!"
"You're not just saying that are you?"
"No, it's great," I took another big gulp.
"Hey Howell," Chris boomed. He pushed me into the lockers and knocked the Starbucks cup out of my hand.
"Hey, fuck you Kendall,"
"Do you wanna die today?"
"Stop hurting him!" Phil tried pushing Chris away from me.
"Ew, it touched me!" Chris taunted.
"Fuck off Kendall!" I yelled.
"Chris!" I girl shouted. "Stop it!"

She had sliver hair and very intricate make up. She wasn't the tallest person; she was probably up to Chris' shoulder in heels.

"Get out of here Cat!"
"Do not yell at me! Leave these poor guys alone!"
"Cat-"
"Now Chris! You know how I feel about you bullying people,"
"My god Cat, you're always such a buzz kill," he sighed. "Later queers," he pushed us and walked off with the girl's hand in his.
"Told you so."