Feathers (a Phanfiction)

Chapter 2: Leather Jackets and Combat Boots

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Hello!! Something I would like to say before I start this chapter, this story takes place in ✨America✨ because I am an American and I rather not have angry British people trying to fight me in case I mess something up.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!!

Btw, be prepared to be confronted by many different characters from many other fandoms!
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(Dan's POV)

Great. Amazing. Spectacular. Another school where I'm the new kid. I can't even count how many times I've moved. I've lived in four states in America and at least five countries in my short sixteen years of life. The only good thing about moving so much is that I know people from all over the world, that's pretty cool. There's Ciel in England, Jade and Dylan in Spain, Marie and Francis in France, Mikasa in Japan, and Kai in Hawaii.
I just moved from Honolulu, Hawaii all the way to Manhatten, New York, just in time for my sophomore year of high school. See, my mom is a traveling nurse, forcing us to move often. Her getting to see the world makes her happy, though, so I don't complain. It's just annoying always being the new kid, and it doesn't help that I make friends really easily, and I always end up having to leave.
"Daniel Howell?" my first period biology teacher, Ms. Finley, calls out. I look up and see the two and half dozen unfamiliar faces turn to look at me, probably the only new kid in the classroom.
"Here," I say. Some eyes of the students scan my face, looking me up and down, making judgements and their own assumptions of me before a real conversation even sparks. I ignore them, pushing my earbuds back into my ears as Ms. Finley starts talking about the rules of the classroom. It is 7:30 in the morning and I'm not awake enough to give a shit, not that I'd give one anyway.
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The rest of the day follows just as first period did; kids making assumptions of me, teachers spending an agonizing amount of time going over basic classroom rules that most of us learned in kindergarten. Teachers going over classroom rules is basically like the "Terms and Agreements" of school. We don't listen to it, we don't care, and we sign our names to agree to stuff we weren't even paying attention to. But who cares? As long as you don't hurt or offend anyone, you're okay, usually.
I did make a few friends: Gwenlynne (Gwen) Breyer, Vincent (Vinny) Giles, Annabeth Chase, and Sam and Dean Winchester. I would've never guessed that they were brothers if they hadn't told me. Sam, though younger, is probably around 6'3 or 6'4 with medium length hair and brown eyes. Dean, on the other hand, is about 6'1 with short chopped hair and light green eyes. Dean is an interesting one, I gotta say. We already have our first inside joke. I thought when he introduced himself that he said, "My name is Bean," not, "My name is Dean." We sorted that out quickly, but it was hilarious. Perhaps we can refer to Dean as a "smol bean," or whatever those tumblr kids say.

--- The Next Day ---

My friends and I were lucky; we all had the same lunch shift. Gwen said it was a miracle because it's almost impossible to have all your friends have classes that have the same shift. [AN: this lunch shift thing will be explained in the next update] I plop myself down across from Sam at the rectangular lunch table. We've already decided that this will be the lunch table we sit at every day for lunch. It was right by the doors that go out of the cafeteria so we don't have to be squished by the flood of people leaving when the bell rings.
"You alright, man?" Sam asks, noticing my slight uncomfortableness. Dean, Vinny, Gwen, and Annabeth look over at me.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just-" I look over my shoulder and subconsciously turn my voice down to a whisper, "there's this guy who looks like he could be in his early twenties here and he's kind of intimidating. I mean, I don't get intimidated by people easily, especially in school. But, like, if I met him in a dark alley, I would shit my pants."
Gwen laughs, "oh, you're talking about Phil Lester, right? He's got tattoos, an eyebrow piercing, and looks like he would punch baby for no reason? Yeah, he's a senior this year that basically doesn't talk to anyone. He's a major introvert. But don't be scared of him, he has never hurt anyone and he has nice manners, I've heard."
"Yeah, he's all good because he has nice manners!" Dean scoffs, "He hasn't hurt anyone that we know of." He says, looking at me and raising an eyebrow while taking a bite out of his sandwich.
Gwen rolls her eyes, "You're just jealous that he's hotter than you and all the girls want him."
Annabeth almost chokes on her school-bought chicken patty. Sam hits her on the back while laughing at Gwen's comment.
   "I'm not- I mean- he's not- whatever!" Dean jumbles up his words and a light pink appears on his cheeks. Vinny laughs so hard that a couple tears fall down his face.
I think I'm going to like it here.

(Phil's POV)

I look down at my feet as I lean up against the brick exterior of the school. Today is around 82 degrees, yet I still wear my black leather jacket and steel-toed combat boots. I pull my phone out of my pocket, turning the music that is flowing through my earbuds up to block out the chatter of students that had decided to sit outside for lunch. I, personally, refuse to eat the school's lunch because it is literally pig shit. I'm pretty sure there were at least ten cases of food poisoning last year caused by the "food" they serve.
I check the time on my phone; 11:45am, five minutes until lunch is over. I push myself from the wall and stroll to the front doors of the school. As I walk in, the school's new kid, some other sophomores, and one senior that, I think, is in one of my classes are walking out of the cafeteria. They're probably leaving early from lunch to avoid the chaos of kids that disperse out of the small cafeteria doors when the bell rings.
The new kid glances up at me, our eyes locking for less than a second. He quickly looks away, his face turning a soft pink color. The pink spread across his cheekbones goes beautifully with his tan skin and brown eyes that had a grain of green in them.
Compared to me, being 6'5, he had to be at least half a foot shorter than me. God. Short boys are my weakness, and they're so easy to find when you're my height. The hard thing to find, though, is someone to like me more than just a friend, or even just a friend at all.
   The younger kids walk down the hallway, I follow about fifteen feet behind. I'm not stalking, it just happens that my class is in the hallways they're walking down. Plus, it'd be hard for me to stalk them in an empty hallway because I'm so damn tall and my boots are heavy, so I basically stomp around all day.
    I look down at the small frame of the new kid. His hair is tousled perfectly, probably straightened and covered with hairspray to keep it in place.
    I just wish I knew his name.

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✩ Sydney ✩