Pretty Boy

28

"Look how cute you guys look!" Louise cheered.
"Thanks," I blushed.
"Oh, by the way, Zoe and I managed to snag a table,"
"Awesome," Phil said. "Which one?"
"Nine. It's in the corner,"
"Cool, come on," I mumbled.
"You don't wanna dance?"
"Yeah, of course we can dance," I said.

Phil cracked a smile and lightly grabbed my hand. He dragged me to the outer shell of the clump of dancing students. Phil and I 'danced' for about an hour; then I got tired so, I decided to take a seat; Phil kept dancing with Chris, Louise, and PJ.

"Hey," Zoe greeted.
"Hi,"
"Tired?"
"Little bit,"
"Want me to get you a drink?"
"Haven't you done enough of that in your lifetime?" I chuckled.
"No, I get drinks for Phil. He just so happens to give them to you,"
"Fair enough,"
"So, I ask again. Would you like me to get you s drink?"
"That would be nice,"
"M'kay, I'll be right back," she said, patting my shoulder.

I slouched over in my chair and took out my phone. I let out a sigh and hesitantly set my phone down. I turned around to find Phil having the time of his life. I, personally, hated events like this. There were too many people, it was too loud, and the food always tastes like cardboard. Phil seemed to live for these things. He doesn't like to admit it, but he's a social butterfly. He would go to events and parties more often if it weren't for me; he doesn't like it when I'm excluded.

"Here," Zoe smiled, tearing my focus away from Phil. "I got you a bottle of water and some horderves,"
"Thanks," I sighed, cracking the bottle open.
"No problem," she said. She took her seat next to me and glared at me as I watched Phil. "You love him... Don't you?"
"Huh?" I mumbled, looking to her.
"Phil... You love him?"
"Yeah..." I whispered. "I do..."
"Do you think you guys will get married?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "It's only high school. Anything could happen at any given moment,"
"You're right," she said. "I still find it hilarious that I flirted with you," she said. "I was so infatuated with you that I didn't even see how smitten you were for Phil," she laughed.
"I was not smitten with him,"
"Keep telling yourself that," she smirked, taking a sip of her water.
"Hey Zoe," our friend, Hazel, said. "Wanna come dance?"
"I wouldn't wanna leave Dan,"
"Go," I insisted. "I should be getting back to Phil, anyway," I said.
"Alright," Zoe shrugged. "I'll see y'later, Dan,"
"See ya," I said.

I pushed in my chair and walked over to Phil, on the dance floor. We danced around for about another hour, before a slow song came on. Phil and I looked to each other and laughed.

"Shall we?" he asked, sticking his hand out.
"How could I say no?" I smirked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my hips. We swayed back and forth to twenty one pilots cover of Can't Help Falling in Love. As the song progressed, I was practically on top of Phil. My head was resting on his chest as I attempted to pull him closer.

"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too,"
"We should run away, together,"
"Oh yeah? Where do you wanna go?"
"How far are you willing to drive?"
"As far as I need to,"
"Let's go to London,"
"We'll leave as soon as we graduate,"
"You promise?"
"I swear,"
"Let's buy a house," I teased.
"And a dog,"
"Maybe have a kid or two?"
"Only if we have a nice wedding,"
"Are you saying you wanna marry me?"
"I think I am," he smirked.
"Did we just-"
"I think we did," he giggled. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible, and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"We are not telling out parents,"
"Oh god, no," Phil laughed. "Let's tell them after we get married,"
"Oh yeah? They're not invited?"
"Haven't decided yet," he smiled. "I mean, they're our parents. They have to come,"
"You're too funny," I said.
"Hey, you wanna get outta here?" he asked.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"I may or may not have bought us a rather fancy hotel room for the night,"
"Cheeky bastard," I laughed. "Yeah, let's go," I said. "Oh, wait,"
"What?"
"How are PJ and Chris getting home?"
"Zoe's gonna drive them,"
"Fine by me. Come on," I said.

I grabbed onto his hand and ran out to his car. He let out a laugh as he started up his car; the music from his phone immediately turned on. Phil and I chuckled as he drove to the hotel. It was a rather short ride, no more than ten minutes. I was more excited than I should have been; I'm about to have sex for the first time since... well... Michael...

Phil parked the car, once we got to the hotel, and helped me out of the car. Before we went inside, he grabbed a spare condom, and a travel size lube bottle. He stuffed them in his pocket and lightly held my hand. We walked into the hotel and checked into our suite. Once we got the key, we walked over to the elevator and tried to find out room. It was a cute little room, at the end of the hall, on the third floor. Phil opened the door and led me into the dimly lit room.

There were scented candles placed everywhere, not yet lit, and rose petals scattered throughout the room. My jaw dropped out of pure amazement.

"Phil," I gasped. "This is... wow..."
"I know, right?" he smirked. "I only get to best for my men,"
"Oh? There's more than one?" I teased.
"Shut up," he giggled. "You know what I mean,"
"I'm afraid I don't,"
"Come on," he said, playfully dragging me inside.

The door slammed behind us as we tripped over one another. I, thankfully, landed on the bed. Phil, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Poor thing landed face first on the floor, but he didn't care. He just stood up, brushed off his suit, and laughed it off. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before he went around lighting the candles. When he was done, he sat next to me, on the bed, and looked me up and down.

"What?" I asked.
"What?"
"You're staring at me..."
"Of course I am," he smiled. "How could I not stare at you? You're so beautiful,"
"I thought I was pretty?" I laughed.
"Tonight, I thought you needed an upgrade," he chuckled. "I love you," he whispered.

He placed his hand on my cheek and eased me into a sweet kiss. It was nothing fast, or sloppy. It was soft, and loving. We kissed like that for a bit and, in all honestly, I'd be content doing that for the the rest of the night. We eventually broke away for some air; as we did so, we rested our foreheads together and started giggling.

"I missed you so much," Phil breathed.
"I missed you too," I replied, pulling him back into the kiss.

That's when everything sped up. Phil pushed me down, on the bed, and started unbuttoning my shirt. As he did so, he latched his lips onto my neck. Normally, I'd be a moaning mess, but today, it just didn't feel right. I wasn't turned on, or excited; I was uncomfortable and I had no idea why. Phil obviously knew something wrong; so, he sat up and let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?"
"I can't do this..." I whispered.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said I can't do this..."
"Why not? What's up?"
"I-I don't know..."
"Wanna take it slow?"
"No... No I don't..."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I just don't wanna have sex," I mumbled.
"Why not? You're normally all over me,"
"I don't wanna talk about it Phil,"
"Is it because of what happened with Michael?" he whispered.
"What? No!"
"Dan, please don't lie to me,"
"Okay, yes, fine. It's because of Michael,"
"Do you not trust me or something?"
"No, I do trust you! You're like the only person I could ever trust,"
"Then what's the problem?"
"I just... I'm not ready yet..." I pouted. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be," he sighed.

He kicked his shoes off, and took mine off as well, then curled up next to me. We sat there for a bit; then, we got uncomfortable. We took off our suits and tossed them off to the side. Afterwards, we got under the covers, and Phil kissed the back of my head, as we snuggled into one another.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"Specify, dear," Phil murmured, half asleep.
"When you said you wanted to marry me,"
"Of course I meant that," he said. "I love you, Dan, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,"
"How did I get so lucky?" I whispered while lightly grazing my fingertips over Phil's forearm. "Are you sleeping?" I asked. No response. "Okay," I quietly giggled. "Goodnight, Phil. I love you," I kissed his hand and got all comfy in bed. "We're getting married," I cheered to myself.
"We're getting married," Phil repeated.
"Go to bed, you spork,"
"Don't have to tell me twice," he mumbled into the pillow.
"Fucking loser," I smirked.
"Love you too."