~ "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...
{A/N: I have decided to go until Chapter 20. After that, if anyone wants it, I will write a sequel to this book! Thanks so much! <3 -Lion}
Phil opened his eyes, finding no one next to him. He frowned, groaning as he rose from the bed. He got dressed went down the stairs to the bus.
Dan met Phil at the bus station, grinning as he approached. Brown hair glowed golden under the sun, making him much more radiant than he actually was.
"Morning, love," Dan laughed, pulling Phil to him by his waist.
Phil giggled, put his hands on Dan's face, "Morning, Dan."
"Sleep well?" Asked Dan.
Phil grinned, "Only dreaming of you, love."
Dan blushed and put his arm around Phil as they boarded the bus in their usual routine. The ride to school was short and lasted what seemed like seconds.
As they got off, Dan walked towards their first class. His sketchbook was still at Phil's, and his bag seemed empty without it. His fingers fumbled for the pencil that normally resided there, unable to find it.
Phil rubbed his eyes. When he looked back at Dan a certain spark was there that hadn't been before. It had only become evident the night before, and it was new to Phil. Dan glanced over, his dimples showing and eyes sparkling with happiness. When he had met Dan, he was gloomy and depressing, but now he was different. This Dan was loving and happy, protective and fun.
"Earth to Phil?" Dan asked, waving a hand in Phil's face.
"W-What?" Phil asked.
"I asked if you were just now realizing that we had less than a year left before we go to university," Dan explained, grabbing Phil's hand.
Phil shook his head, "I've known. Speaking of, what are you going into?"
"Law school," Dan said.
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"Oh, I'm going to go into English Language and Linguistics," Phil chuckled, nervously tapping his fingers.
Dan nodded slowly, "What happens then?"
Phil shrugged, "I'm wondering the same thing." Slowly, he released Dan's hand and looked down at his paper.
"Let's think about that when it happens, okay? We'll get to that, but for now we have to be happy," Dan said, grabbing his boyfriend's hand again.
They smiled at each other and listened to the teacher. The day flew by and Dan went home with Phil.
When he returned to his flat, he had his sketchbook under his arm and had no problem drawing again.
Around one in the morning, a frantic tapping came from Dan's door, and he opened it. Phil stood there in his pyjamas, staring up at Dan with a frown.
