(Phils pov)
I drove Dan home after breakfast, he was quiet. Now I don't know much about Dan, but I do know he isn't quiet. He is always that one smiley pastel beauty that is always chipper and happy. But then again, I do have a reputation to scare the devil out of his wits.
Daniel Howell.
Dammit I love him, I love the way he talks with his winny the pooh accent, the way he looks in pastels and flower crowns, the way he smells like lavender..... I could go on but if I did I'd probably never stop. Those, by the way, is why I never messed with Dan. I thought he was too fragile to be broken, scratched, harmed. I hated seeing him come to class with a bloody nose, or an unexplained bruise, and I usually beat the shit out of the guy afterwords.
Here's the thing though, I'm still what they refer to as "in the closet". I don't know about you but rainbows really don't fit my reputation. So, if someone found out, my rep. Is ruined. Now I know I can't hide this for long because one of these days I'm going to have to tell Daniel how I feel. But for now, I'll stick to my black and white world.
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Punk Pastels
FanfictionPunk Phil Pastel dan au - completed :) ---- Phil lester is a punk badass Dan Howell is a target wearing a flower crown And yet, somehow, their worlds collide...
