In an alternate universe where Dan is a pastel and Phil is punk, these two don't hit it off that well at first.
Phil is a punk kid who really doesn't fit in at school.
But he doesn't care.
He spends most his time at home playing video games or out s...
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Picking clothes has never been a problem. I always just picked a shirt and wore the flower crown that matched.
Today, I would be wearing a pink sweatshirt and it's matching flower crown. Actually, I usually wore pink. I wore blue and purple whatnot every once and awhile but not often. But they aren't just pink, purple, blah blah blah. They are pastel pink, purple, and blah blah blah.
I had a lot of extra time, since I woke up at the mere early hours of the morning. In other words, two in the morning and stay up with five tons of coffee. I decided to edit videos and scroll through Tumblr. Colton, my boyfriend, could never find out about that. Never. Cause if he did, he would force me to get rid of it.
I finished editing my video and looked at the time. Five minutes before I had to meet him.
I sigh and walk into the kitchen, make myself one more cup of coffee and finish, grab my bag, and check the time. Something as simple as coffee made me late.
I was going to pay for this.
When I got to Colton, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we started walking down the sidewalk. His body was stiff but he put on a show of relaxation.
He was pissed and I could tell.
One of the more unpopular kids came strolling out of his house and Colton purposely shoved him in the shoulder. The kid didn't react.
Like always.
"You ready for the trip, babe?" Colton said, his voice sweet with a sharp edge hidden behind.
"No."
"Why? I thought you liked things like this?"
"I do but-" I sighed. I couldn't tell him the real reason. That I was scared to go for fear of what would happen afterwards. "I'm just not feeling amazing today so I'm not really excited for much."
He stroked my face and looked me in the eyes. His eyes told me one story but his voice said another. "I hope you get better. I hope you have fun too."
We spend fifteen minutes waiting to be the last on our separate buses.
The buses were separated by GPA. The bus I would be getting on was all the 4.0 students. The one Colton was getting on was 3.0 to 3.9 students. And stuff like that.
Hopping onto the bus, I only saw one spot open.
The boy Colton shouldered earlier.
I wasn't scared nor did I hate this kid, I just wasn't aloud to hang out with him per Colton's rules.
He was sleeping soundly with his cheek pressed against the glass, drooling slightly on his own shoulder. He seemed peaceful. And tired.
I pulled out a book, The Here and Now, and started reading.
Girl goes back in time with others to survive, finds out news about a death she needs to prevent, girl falls in love with person helping her, blah blah blah.
I close the book after finishing a chapter and put it back in my bag.
The rest of the kids on the bus started singing some song by Demi Lovato that had come on and I just sat there quietly waiting to get to our destination. I prefer Muse and Panic! rather than the trash that people play today.
I started staring off into space when the boyfriend-shouldered boy woke with a start, nearly jarring me off to the other side of the bus.
He looked down at me with a startled look.
"You're... Dan right?" He looked over me but not rudely. "The boyfriend of Colton Cunthead?"
"It's Chuntand. And yes." I tried to sound mean but it only came out high and squeaky.
He chuckled, unfazed by what I said. "Believe me, I know."
I had nothing to say. It's not like he was lying. My boyfriend was a cunt.
We sat silent for a bit.
"I saw that book you were reading. It's a good book.
