I hope you know I love you (Punk and pastel Phan)

The Lesters

Dan:
I ran out of school and practically skipped onto the bus. I right away saw Phil sitting down in one of the huge blue seats up against the window. Right as he saw me his face lit up with an adorable smile on his face. I walked towards were Phil was sitting in the middle of the bus and right as I was about to sit down next to him,I couldn't help myself and I subtly checked him out from head to toe.
He wore black converses with black skinny jeans, a fall out boy T-shirt and a leather jacket that hugged his muscular arms so nicely. His snake bites made him look sexy when he smiled and I saw his black gages up close.
"How do I look?" Phil asks as my cheeks turn bright red.
"Amazing."
"Thanks."
The bus ride to Phil's stop was great! We talked about his life back in California and the huge house he once lived in. He told me about his sister, and his parents and his odd love for house plants, but I found it just plain old cute.
"This is our stop." Phil smirked at me as he slung my book bag around his free shoulder.
"Phil, you don't have to do that it's oka-" but I was cut off by his finger to my lips.
"Don't worry pastel boy, I got it." He bit his lips as he starred down at my lips connected to his finger.
"Okay." I replied smiling as I stepped back to let him through. It only took us about five minutes to walk to Phil's house, once we got there, I gasped.
"Dan, we live in the same neighborhood, all the houses look almost identical." Phil laughed.
"No it's not that." I walked around to the side of his house and looked past his backyard, Phil following close behind.
"Oh my gosh, I literally live like five minutes away from you."
"Seriously?!" Phil says happily.
"Ya! Like if you see the house behind yours, then look to the left, that's my house."
"Wow, I could hop the fence to your house."
We both start to laugh as we head inside. I meet his parents and they are the nicest people I have ever met. His mother is way shorter than me (even with her wedges on), has short dirty blond hair, and is kind of slim. His dad on the other hand is way taller, he is a big taller than me but still a bit shorter than Phil (but not by much), he has black hair and he looks very buff. I shake their hands and introduce myself but Phil's mom hugs me instead. They are some of the most wonderful people I have ever met, a ping of wanting looms over me as I think of my own family. They ask me questions about where I live and school and my family. When they learn I live one house behind them they almost jump for joy and say that they hope to have my family down for a barque soon. I told them that that would be great and I can't wait. And in that moment, I looked over at Phil and I caught his gaze. And I fought every nerve and bone in my body not to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him as deeply as I could.