Age sixteen
Phil's point of view
It's a crisp Friday evening. The fall air caresses my face as slight breezes pass through. School let out about fifteen minutes ago. I go to a strict Christian private school (even though I don't believe in god.) I'm wearing a black sweater with my schools logo on it over a white button down shirt, but my clothes seem to feel like thin air with the cold weather chasing me at my feet. A clear sky greets me as dozens of leaves fall from the dead autumnal trees that surround the area. My black hair contrasts greatly against my skin, while my tired eyes scout the area for my best friend, Dan Howell.
I spot him from across the school parking lot. As I'm leaving campus and we live right near each other, we usually walk home together. As I near him, he wiggles out his sweatshirt causing The shirt he's wearing underneath to ride up, revealing a sliver of his waist. Things like this don't usually turn me on, but here I am, wanting nothing but to put my hands on that beautiful waist of his. I'm so in love with everything about him, it's not even funny.
"Hey Dan!" I greeted him with a pleasant smile, trying to hide the fact that I desperately wanted to touch him all over. "Hey there Phil, what's on your mind?" Dan asked. You. You are on my mind. The fact that I want so desperately to kiss you right here right now but I can't because you'll never feel the same way. But I lied. "Eh, not much, just school stuff, you?" I replied. "Same." We began our walk home, admiring the cold weather in bliss, together.
As we near Dans house, I start to get a little sad. I hate going home, not because I have a bad home life, but because I want to spend more time with dan. "Hey, Phil?" Dan asked with a smirk resting on his lips. "Yeah, Dan?" I questioned. "Do you wanna have a sleepover?" Dan asked, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Duh, who do you take me for? Of course I'll sleep over." We put our arms around each other and happily entered Dans home.
