Pretty Boy

26

"I missed you so much," Phil whispered, kissing the back of my head.
"I missed you too," I replied, snuggling into him more.

Phil and I were relaxing on the couch in the living room, watching Adrian and PJ play Call of Duty. In all honestly, I kind of wanted to play but, I missed Phil more so, I went with cuddling on the couch. Adrian and PJ were sitting on the ground, having an intense battle; I was routing for PJ to win but, he wasn't.

Phil and I have been back together for about a month. Whether we were in school, or out, we were connected at the hip. The only time we separated was when we needed to go to our separate classes or, around nine when one of us had to go home. By this point, our parents know that the visiting one is going to be staying for dinner. My dad wasn't too thrilled about the whole idea at the start but, whether or not he'd like to admit it, he was warming up to Phil, again.

"Hey boys," mum greeted, walking in after work. "How was school?"
"Good," we all replied.
"What do you guys want for dinner?"
"I'd like a little bit of you," Phil whispered, pinching my side.
"Well, Phil, I think Dan's only one serving, for one person," mum smirked. "Also, Phil, I'm sure once you're done having your serving of Dan, I'm sure you'll still be hungry. So, what would you like as a plan b?"
"Mum," I groaned. "You're embarrassing me..."
"That's my job," she smiled. "Boys, your father suggested chicken parmesan with some spaghetti. How does that sound?"
"Fine," Ade and PJ replied.
"Dan? Phil?"
"That sounds nice," Phil said.
"Yeah, it does," I mumbled.
"Okay," mum said, russling my hair.
"Mum!"
"What?"
"Nothing," I huffed.
"That's right, nothing. I'm gonna go start dinner,"
"Okay," everyone mumbled.
"Actually, Dan, would you mind helping me?"
"Mum," I whined.
"Your boyfriend. Your responsibility,"
"Fine," I groaned, rolling off the couch and onto the floor.

I collected myself and started walking towards the kitchen. Once Phil was sure I was gone, he sat up on the couch, and made Adrian and PJ pause their game.

"Hey, guys," he said.
"What?" the replied.
"I need to ask you guys something,"
"What is it?" PJ asked.
"Please pause the game,"
"Fine," Adrian complied. "What?"
"Okay, I know this sounds kinda sappy and girly but, bear with me,"
"Dude, just spit it out. I'm about to kick PJ's ass and I'd kinda like to get back to that,"
"Fine," he sighed. "I wanna ask Dan to prom but I don't know how to do it..."
"You know no matter what you do, he'll say yes,"
"I know but, he's had a rough year and I kinda just wanna make it special, y'know?"
"I get it," PJ said. "I'll help you,"
"Really?"
"Yeah," he shrugged. "I gotta figure out something for Chris too so, maybe, we can plan something out together. Like, obviously have separate things, but just plan everything together,"
"Yeah, I got it," Phil laughed.
"Cool. Meet me in room 109 after school, tomorrow. Tell Dan to go water the plants or some shit,"
"But why can't I water the plants?"
"You're gonna be helping me study. I dunno man, you're smart; you'll think of something."

***

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the car," I said.
"Actually, can you go water the plants? Maybe pick some weeds?"
"Why?"
"I have to go talk to a teacher about an assignment,"
"Oh... Yeah, sure," I kissed his cheek. "I'll meet you at the car in like twenty minutes,"
"Okay," he smiled.

He waved goodbye and headed off to some classroom while I went to the roof. Phil wandered through the halls and searched for the room PJ was in. Once Phil found PJ, he closed and locked the door, so no one would walk in.

"Okay, so what does Chris like?" Phil asked.
"He doesn't like sappy stuff,"
"Okay... What were you originally planning on doing?"
"I wanted to burst into the cafeteria, during his lunch, and ask him. But, I'm way to shy for that shit,"
"That actually sounds pretty cool..."
"Do you think he'd like it?"
"I don't think he'd say no," Phil laughed.
"Cool... Would you guys help me?"
"I'll talk to Dan but, I don't think he'd say no,"
"Thanks man," he said. "So, what did you wanna do for Dan?"

***

Phil: hey pretty boy
Dan: fuck I thought we were past that
Phil: nope :D
Dan: so what's up?
Phil: just thinking about you
Dan: shut the fuck up 😂 what are you really doing?
Phil: thinking about you!
Phil: hey, that reminds me, wanna go to the play tomorrow?
Dan: play?
Phil: yeah. The drama club is putting on The Odd Couple
Dan: oh yeah, I'll go
Phil: awesome! I'll pick you up at 6
Dan: cool :) can't wait

***

Phil picked me up at six, just like he had promised. We sat through the mediocre production; well, I did anyway. Phil disappeared about halfway through the second act. As everyone was bowing, I got a text from Phil.

Phil: hey come up to the roof. I need help.
Dan: you and your bloody plants. I'll be up when the shows over
Phil: great thanks

Once everyone migrated out of the auditorium, I walked upstairs, to the top floor, so I could go to the roof.

"Hey, Phil, what do you..." I trailed off.

Take my hand, take a breath
Pull me close and take one step
Keep your eyes locked on mine
And let the music be your guide...

I opened the door, only to be greeted with a beautifully lit staircase. The fairy lights were twisted around the railing with the vines. The fairy lights were strung up everywhere; they were dangling off the roof, they were hanging from hooks, where certain plants were sprouting. There was a candle pathway that led me to a well dress Phil. He was holding a freshly picked bouquet of roses; my favorite flower. I was too busy admiring Phil, and the scenery, to realize there was music playing over a speaker.

It's like catching lightening, the chances of finding
Someone like you
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling
The way we do...

"Phil..." I whispered, tears starting to crowd my eyes. "What is all this?"

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better
So...

"Daniel James Howell... Will you go to prom with me?"

I started crying, smiling, and laughing, somehow, all at the same time. I dropped my water, my program, and phone, and walked over to Phil. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss.

"Is that a yes?"
"Yes," I giggled, wiping my tears away. "You did all this, for me?"
"I'd do anything for you," he whispered.
"Would you live for me?"
"I'd live a millennium, if I could," he said. "Would you live for me?"
"What is living?" I teased.
"Shut up," he smirked, hitting my arm.
"I love you so much," I said, kissing him again.
"I love you too..." he beamed. "Daniel James Howell,"
"Yes, Philip?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"Of course you can," I chuckled.

I kept my arms wrapped around his neck, as he lightly placed his hands on my waist. We started swaying back and forth to the music. I rested my head on his shoulder as he cracked a smile and lightly kissed the top of my head.

I was so happy... I never wanted anything to change. For once, I didn't want to climb inside of a poorly drawn rocket ship, and fly far away.  I love Philip Michael Lester; I never want to leave him, and I never want him to leave me. If I'm going inside that rocket ship, that black haired loser is coming with me.