~ "Why won't you just show me already?" Phil asked.
"I can't," Dan said.
Phil pulled away, "Will you ever show me?"
Dan thought for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe." ~
Phil Lester is new at a secondary school. Here he finds a boy who intrigues him; Da...
Dan swallowed hard the next morning. It was the fifteenth. Pulling out his phone he wrote out a text.
From: Dan, 7:32am Jessica, we need to talk.
No answer prompted him to just leave and get to school. He got on the bus, dragging his feet. When he reached the school, his throat went sore and he gave a cough.
The day was ticking by slowly. Phil say across the room, avoiding any eye-contact. Dan's heart sank.
Phil looked over, staring at Dan as he drew. If he really cared, wouldn't he be spending time with him? Blue eyes drifted to his paper. He had finished the project by himself. Somehow, they had gotten full credit.
Dan looked up and scanned the room, pretending to look around as he actually glanced at Phil. After the dance, he thought, if he doesn't hate me I'll tell him. Dan's eyes closed as the bell rang. He rushed to physics, sitting down at his table in lab. Phil next to him silently.
For once, Phil missed Dan's pinch on his sleeve. I can't ruin his happiness, Phil thought. Black hair covered his face, covering Dan up and keeping him out of sight. The day drudged on.
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock was snapping it's hands into each second mark. Phil watched it, pleading with it to move faster.
Dan cleared his throat, "Phil, about later-"
"I don't care," Phil mumbled.
"I just-"
"Don't tell me. I already know," Phil sighed.
Dan looked down at his sketchbook. It was full of beauty, he knew that. But no one needed to see it. Ever. It was personal, and what he drew was his, no one else's.
Phil sighed, "It's going to be beautiful."
Dan nodded silently, then said, "Let's worry about that when it happens. For now, I'm working on my worksheet."
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Phil nodded an agreement. They worked in silence. Phil's hand brushed Dan's as he wiped off eraser shavings. They exchanged an awkward glance and blushed, then went back to writing. English rushed after physics, and it was time to go to the gymnasium to reveal Dan's work.
Dan rushed there to see the showcase clothed in velvet. His heart began to thump, his mind racing. What was he to do?
Inside, he saw Phil in the crowd of people surrounding the box where his artwork would be displayed. Jessica was no where to be seen.
Panicking, Dan looked around. He spotted the fire alarm and sprinted for it. He yanked down the handle and the sprinklers turned on.
Everyone began to panic and rushed put of the school. Dan joined in and tried to blend in. Heart beating out of his chest, he swallowed. His mouth was dry.
