~ "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...
Thursday night, Dan had passed out on Phil, waking up Friday morning to see the alarm clock flashing. He rubbed his eyes and shoved Phil, then pecked his cheek.
"Morning," Phil groaned, sitting up.
"Morning," Dan replied, rubbing his eyes again.
Phil walked over to the closet and pulled out a tee shirt, "Put this on. Sorry, I forgot to have you shower before we crashed..."
"It's okay. That's why we have straighteners and deodorant," Dan joked, grabbing his deodorant from his bag. He put a coat on under each arm before pulling his straightener out of his bag.
"You just carry that?" Phil asked.
Dan shrugged, "I figure that I come here enough that I should just carry it."
Laughing, Phil walked over as Dan plugged in the tool. He pecked him on the lips, then winced.
"I better go brush before there's any more of that," He laughed, rushing off.
Dan pulled the straightener to his brown fringe and clamped down, pulling down to reveal straight, brown hair. His eyes shifted to his sketchbook, alone on the desk. Maybe one day he wouldn't need to sketch to get his feelings out. Perhaps he could just talk about them instead.
He shook his head, finishing his hair. He'd never be able to get over his fear.
Phil walked back in with a smile, staring down at Dan.
Dan put an arm over his eyes, "No, I'm blinded!"
"Pfft," Phil laughed, wrapping his arms around Dan's neck and leaning in for a Spiderman kiss. Just before he reached his lips, he stopped, "Better go brush, Danny Boy. Got your toothbrush, too?"
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Dan lifted it out of his bag and laughed, "Actually, I do."
"What, are you moving in?"
"Was that an invitation?" He asked, standing and walking towards the bathroom. He brushed, leaving Phil alone in the room.
Phil looked over at the sketchbook laying on its own. He could just peek, it wouldn't hurt anything... But it would break his bond with Dan, and that was the last thing the boy wanted. He laid his head in his hands and sighed.
"Ready to go?" Dan asked, snatching up his backpack and sketchbook.
"Yeah," Phil gasped, jumping a bit.
They got to school in a rush, sitting through homeroom, Physics, and English before attending their lunch hour.
To Dan's surprise, a familiar silhouette stalked across the cafeteria.
"What the hell?" Dan asked, looking frantically at Phil. Aiden stood across the lunchroom, laughing with his friends.
The two got their lunches, then wearily walked hand-in-hand past Aiden's table. Phil was shaking, and his lunch spilled all over as he tripped. Dan caught him before he fell into the mess, but his food was completely ruined.
