Dan feet smacked against the Tarmac as he ran, his breath forming little clouds in front of his face that quickly dissipated into the chilly morning air. He let out a whoop and - upon hearing the heavy footfalls of the shop owner gaining on hip - used his adrenaline to get another burst of speed. The bottle of vodka tucked into his waistband sloshed as he ran, clinking lightly against his belt buckle whenever he lifted his legs. Soon the shop owner gave up, too old to keep up with the energetic sixteen year old who should've been heading to school rather than stealing alcohol, and Dan slowed to a gentle jog, a huge smile on his face as he started heading back to the grimy council estate he'd lived on all his life. Suddenly, Dan collided with something warm and soft, falling backwards onto the pavement and looking up into a pair of stunning blue eyes set into a pale face; the crest adorned upon the blazer pocket below telling Dan this boy went to the expensive private school down the road.
You: "Oh sorry, guy.." Phil mumbled standing up straightening his blazer he wore for school. He was 18 almost graduating, he was about to be late for school as he ran into the young male. He had brown eyes and tan skin with chocolate obviously striaghtened hair. He was gorgeous. "Im Phil..." He started, not sure of what to say to the obvious rebel boy before him ((thi ok?))
Stranger: ((It's great ^.^)) Dan pulled himself to his feet, quickly checking the bottle was alright before smiling at the prim and proper guy standing before him. "Dan," Dan said, resisting the urge to give him a sarcastic bow, "Dan Howell."
You: Oh....you seem different then the kids at my school." Phil said grining. He looked like a prep but really wasnt one at all. "Why were you running though?" He aske curiously noticing the bottle of Vodka peeking out of his belt. "Vodka? You seem like a fun guy!" Phil said smiling
Stranger: "That's because I don't go to your school. I go to the comprehensive down the road," Dan said, laughing at Phil's last comment. It made him sound very naïve, just like all the other kids from the private school Dan had met. They'd all been sheltered, not witnessing the actual hardships faced by normal people; they were all so rich they'd never have to face them, so it was reasonable for them not be exposed to the ugly truths of the world. "Oh yeah, I'm great fun," Dan smirked, his voice sarcastic, "And I was running because that's what you have to do when you're underage and steal alcohol."
You: "I know that dumb ass." Phil said. "Hey look dude Im gonna cut the shit, the only reason I go to a private school is because I was forced to move in with my mum. I know most kids there are preppy as fuck, but I'm not. I used to steal alcohol too, but mum made me quit smoking, and drinking so fuck you for thinking im a prep." Phil said sternly. He hated when people just 'asumed' he was some fancy ass prep kid.
Stranger: "Oooo look at that, the posh kid knows how to swear," Dan sniggered, not in the least bit intimidated by Phil. He was obviously older than Dan, but not even half as rough as some of the guys who lived in the council flats Dan lived in. Plus, growing up in the environment he did had given Dan some valuable skills, leading him to be quite a lot more dangerous than his lanky body suggested, "Did you used to steal champagne from mummy's wine glass?"
You: "Wow arent you a prick. Nah champagne kind of sucks dick, more than me anyways." Phils aid hoping to tell Dan he was gay. "And dont be a dick to me because I have 2 years on you and could probably make you be limping for a week in more than one way." Phil said dropping the hint he thought Dan was hot.
Stranger: "Oh you think you could do you?" Dan smirked, rasing his eyebrows and quickly pulling a cigarette from the back pocket of his jeans. He lit it up and took a step closer to Phil, taking a long drag then blowing the smoke onto Phil's face, "From my experience, posh boys tend to be a bit...lacking in that particular area of skills.l
