The New Boy: Phan High School AU

Chapter 43 - Dan's POV

Wow, so, like, I think it was back the first day of school — which was like 4 months ago-ish, that's totally crazy. Time flies, man. — that I met Phil on the bus and I thought he was so attractive and I liked his lips and now I just kissed his lips.  On his face.  With my lips.  On my face.

He tasted really good, too.  Is it weird to say that? I totally don't mean it in a cannibally way.  But I could sort of taste his lips when we kissed and it was nice. He was kind of cold because everything is really fucking air conditioned in the theatre.  And his lips were soft, but a little bit rough at the same time? Does that make kinda sense? He tasted sort of sugar-lemony and he's a really good kisser!

I mean I haven't really kissed that many people. I've never really had a boyfriend, but I've done stage kisses, and one time I think Chris and I kissed at a party. But I think that objectively Phil is just a really good kisser! and I want to kiss him again.  Maybe that's the best part of having a boyfriend is you can kiss him whenever you want.

Also I think Phil is actually stronger than he looks because these costumes are made of vinyl, and they're really heavy and he was carrying them like no problem. It's like 20 yards from where we were to the costume shop but my arms feel a little quivery. And I mean, so does the rest of me, but I think the arms are because of carrying things, not kissing. But also the kissing.

That still doesn't feel real at all. I almost want to, like, make a note in my phone just so I'm sure I didn't merely daydream this. The more I think about it, the less real it seems and the more it seems like something I only imagined.

When I get to the dressing room, I hang the costumes on the first rack I see. "Duloc costumes are fixed!" I call out.  A few boys look up, but most stay looking at their phones or applying/taking off makeup.

The chairs aren't particularly comfortable in the dressing rooms; just metal stools with tennis balls on the bottom so they don't shriek against the cement.  I settle down on mine and try to read the book I'm reading for English. I can't focus though, I just keep thinking about Phil.

By the time I finish my chapter, everything Vanderbilt wanted to go over is finished and the stage manager is roaming the halls, calling "Half hour till circle!"

I get into my wolf costume and leave in search Jamie and her ability to glue hair onto my body.

She's in the costume shop. "Hey," she grins as I walk in. "Dancer costumes working well?" she asks.

"Yep," I answer. "Can you do my beard?"

"Of course." She shifts some stuff on her sewing table that occasionally doubles as a makeup table. She moves a bold of fabric and picks up the bottle of spirit gum and the wool 'fur'

She sets about applying the strong smelling adhesive to my face and arms. "Soo....How's it going with you and Phiiil?" she asks slyly.

"Good, I think. I really like him." I purse my lips to keep from grinning at the memory of our kiss.

"Good, I thought so. Ah, to be young and in love! How envious am I!" She makes a dramatic hand-on-the-forehead swooning move, almost spilling her bottle of spirit gum. "Oops, shit. Hey, so Greta's gonna do this for you tomorrow, okay?" She tells me.

"Okay, but why aren't you?" I ask.

"Ah, you know how it goes. Show and things ending, et cetera. I'm preparing for the worst."

"The worst?"

"As it is." She begins humming a song that takes me a moment to recognise: Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival. I hate when she does this. If she doesn't want to tell you exactly what she's thinking, she kind of vaguely steps around it. She also often and almost subconsciously communicates with music. You can usually tell how she's feeling by what she's singing.

"You're done," she tells me and I realise I zoned out for a bit.

"Thanks." I check my reflection in the mirror. "God, I feel like a furry."

"You're just yifferent," she giggles. "Break a leg tonight!"

aww 3 cute tbh I'm so glad they finally kissed. I can't believe they fucking said I love you before they even kissed I feel like I should rewrite that bc it's so stupid.

it's officially been a year since my now boyfriend and I lowkey hooked up in the costume shop at our theatre lol time flies what a weird fucking year it's been.