pastel darkness. 》》 phan

two.

A/N ;; it's July 6th, 2017 and I'm finally publishing the first chapter and writing more on this story :')

Dan could feel his eyes weighing down slowly, they were so sore from crying all night long. Though, the one place he could escape his father was just another hell- school. He drug himself from his bed, quickly slipping on clothes and his back pack that must have weighed an elephant and a half. He quickly adjusted his black beanie in the mirror, just capturing a small, horrible glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were red, his eyelashes slightly clumped. He quickly looked away before he could continue to hate himself anymore. He snatched his phone and earbuds from the bedside table and his long board. He ran downstairs, and quickly slipped outside, relieved that his father didn't notice. He looked out into the neighborhood, the sun wasn't fully up so the pink tint was still surrounding the mountains. Dan sighed. His mother loved the sunrise.
He put his long board on the pavement and pushed off with his right foot. He glided down the pavement and pushed his earbuds in his ears. He turned up Twenty One Pilots as loud as humanly possible, hoping to block out any contact from any human being.
He reluctantly slid to a stop outside the school gates and picked his long board up, strapping it to the front of his bag. He took a single earbud out and tucked his hands in his front pockets, putting his head down, he shuffled into the school. The loud of obnoxious high-school kids was nearly unbearable for Daniel, disregarding the fact he himself was a teenager.
He walked straight to his class, taking his whole bag with him. He walked into the empty classroom of History. He sat in his normal spot- the back corner in the left. No one really sat there, and Dan didn't mind. He pulled his history book out and placed his sketchbook inside. He pulled his legs up on his seat, placing the sketchbook on his lap and began sketching a human. No features, just the basic figure.
The bell rang, shrill and ear-piercing.
Dan fiddled with his lip ring. Everyone filed in just like yesterday and the day before. It was Thursday. In the fall, too, Dan's favourite season. The colours and shapes were just so fun to attempt to sketch.
Dan stuck his nose back in his sketch book, drawing flying dragons in the background of the image.
"Morning, Class." Mr. Olsen said, his mustache muffling his speech. Everyone muttered hello in unison, besides Dan.
Mr. Olsen started droning on about World War II, explaining how we will be assigned to read The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne. Dan has read the books multiple times, crying at the end each time.
The door suddenly swung open, and breathless pants came from the intruder. "I'm so sorry!" The boy huffed. Dan turned to look. "I had to find the classroom and I ended up being late and..." the boy stammered. Dan stared. His skin was pale, his eyes an ocean green-blue. His hair was jet-black and fringed like Dan's. Sweat clung to his face and matted the boys hair slightly. His clothes consisted of a mint green top that faded into a pastel pink towards the bottom. He wore black skinny jeans and a small, pink flower crown atop his head. His backpack was strapped to his back and it was galaxy colored.
"Ah, you must be Philip!" Mr. Olsen exclaimed excitedly. The boy nodded.
"Just Phil, please, sir." The boy stammered shyly, his pale skin flushing with the faintest shade of pink.
"Yes, yes, of course," he smiled. "Please, take a seat where you wish, Phil. We are discussing World War II and how we will begin reading a wonderful book tomorrow." Phil nodded, his eyes sparkled. The boy turned and looked straight at Dan.
Dan tensed. No. No. Please, God no.. the boy moved closer. For the love of all that is fucking holy do not sit here.
The boy sat. Dan's eyes still glued to the pale boy.
"Hiya!" The boy grinned, his smile was a little crooked and his teeth weren't perfect. Dan liked that. "I'm Phil!" He reached his hand out. Dan looked at it. After a few awkward moments of silence, he retracted it. "Anyways," he smiled, not faltered. "What's your name?"
"Dan." He whispered.
"Nice name! Whatcha drawing?" His smile seemed to never falter.
"J-just stuff. Nothing good."
"Oh I doubt that!" Phil picked up the art book afraid before Dan could intervene, he looked at the page with the non-featured boy and the dragons.
"Ooh, who are you drawing?"
"I.. nobody yet, I wasn't sure..."
"Maybe you could draw me! You seem very talented! Here, it's my number! Maybe send me a picture when you finish!" He grinned, grabbing a pen and writing it on the piece of paper next to the one Dan had drawn. Dan was relieved when the bell rang and he snatched his book up and hurried out of the classroom, his heart pounced violently in his chest.

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Dan sped-walk to his next classroom to avoid the pastel boy, and to his relief, the boy wasn't in his next class. Nor the next. Then lunch rolled around. He was under the old Cherry tree on the hill on the school grounds, he usually read or drew there, but today he read. His eyes were glued to the page as he read about the fierce dragons fighting. He had always loved Eragon. It was easily his first favourite. His love for Christopher Paolini was incredible. His mind was lost in this fantasy world.
"Hey!" A voice broke his concentration on the ferioucious fight. He reluctantly pulled his eyes from the page when he had completed reading he sentence.
It was that damned boy, Phil, was it? Dan stared as the boy sat down, his eyes shown brightly under the sunlight. He glanced at the book.
"I simply adore that series!" He exclaimed, his eyes brightened like a child. "Just the fantasy of it all, the dragons and the action. I just love the foren language that Paolini made up, it's just astounding!" He rambled.
Dan glared action to the boy now. "Go away." He grumbled, his shy self suddenly turned to a mean, rough personality.
Phil stared. "Oh.. but.. I wanted to be friends.." he mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink. "It's because I'm gay, isn't it? My old school probably already spread that like wildfire..." he groaned, fell back and covered his face. "I was hoping f-"
"It's not because you're gay. I couldn't give a less of a fuck about your sexuality, religion, race, gender.. I don't give a fuck. I don't like people and people don't like me. Go away before they start beating you up too." Dan snapped.
The boy looked hurt. He slowly got up and began trekking down the hill, he turned and looked at Dan, his jet blue hair swayed slightly with the autumn wind, the light catching his eyes so gently that they glinted in the light. "Please, don't tell anyone I'm gay." And with that, he turned and slumped off.
Dan just stuck his nose right back in the book until classes.

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Dan and Phil didn't have any other classes together besides English. Dan sat in the back, but Phil didn't take the seat next to him. The English teacher droned on and Dan ignored.
Until he said something about a book project that was required with a partner.
His partner was Phil. Ironic, right?
Dan was pissed. They didn't do anything for the project but exchange phone numbers and then leave school. Dan never wanted to go home so bad before.

Authors Note ;;
- I do not own Eragon by Christopher Paolini, nor any of the other books stated/to be stated in this work. All rights to the authors of the books! :3

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