A/N hey guys I'm eventually updating aye, I also want to wish my BIF (best internet friend ) A HAPPY BIRTHDAY aye. Ilysm lily .
The sky was a light, cloudy, pink. Dusting over the trees in a somewhat calming way. I gazed over the school field to the trees and then to the forest leading to the countryside around us. It was a crisp autumn day , the sun barely making a rise when we piled into school. I disregarded anything mr Johnson had said, I figured I'd copy down anything important off my best friend Louise. I continued to ponder over the true beauty of this town that masks the uncertainty and horror of my life, when I heard a soft knock on the door and chairs shuffling, I knew it was the receptionist so unlike anyone else I continued to question my weird life. Yet in the back of my mind a little thought was popping up here and there about the boy I saw before, and how actually beautiful he was . The thing is I'm bisexual, and my school is of religious backgrounds so in order to keep my state of fake happiness and smoking with the fellow fuck ups, I won't tell anyone , not even my mum even though I get plenty a chance to talk about it when I go after school to her tea shop and chat with her. Well "chat", I do all the talking and she quietly sips her tea / coffee and struggles to stay awake, tucking her grey-brown hair behind her ears. It's just .. the way the warmth of the autumn sun shone off his pale skin , the way his pursed pinkish lips looked so delicate and gentle . The way his hair perfectly framed his features , the way his eyes were so sharp and so wide - like he was a child being told stories of Santa Claus and believing every word. Heck, this guy is probably straighter than a lamppost, why does it matter anyway, I'm not going to see him again am I?I turned around slightly, letting the curiosity get the better of me . It was as if the planets had aligned to create perfect united destiny , because there - awkwardly standing in the doorway to the class room was the boy . Who I undoubtedly knew now as Phil , thanks to the receptionist . I fully faced round and was met with his eyes , staring in surprise , I stared back and smirked. He was assigned to the seat next to me as that was the only one left. I wasn't mad at all about that . We continued our staring contest until he reached my seat at the back of the room in the window corner .
His eyes were laced with a hint of hope and a glint of relief , he made me want to shudder as he stared, yet shudder in the presence of his beauty. It felt as if he could stare into my soul . His frosty blue eyes melted me and froze me to the spot at the same time. It felt as if he was controlling me, as if staring at me until I blush has any competition to me. I felt a small knot in my stomach remembering how awkward I had been a few hours ago when we first met . A series of complicated maths questions were being thrown at me whilst I stared into Phils eyes, I responded with mere shrugs , not wanting to break eye contact. It had been three minutes almost and mr Johnson was growing impatient "Dan , stop flirting and solve this using algebra !" He tapped his foot aggressively and rubbed his balding head. I looked at my nearly empty book and went a little red , then I noticed Phil trying to mouth the answer out and then I saw Louise trying to help out too. I persuaded myself to believe them and eventually told the impatient teacher the right answer . Since Phil was extremely late , we didn't have much time left. "Dan, now can you answer.. " mr Johnson started , but was soon interrupted by the sound of the bell indicating next lesson, French. "You blinked" Phil softly whispered, his warm breath tingling my ear. I threw my things in my bag , anxiously playing about with my lighter in my pocket . "So um see you tomorrow ." I called to Phil as he hurried out the door. He spun round on his heels and stuck his head back around " see you ! " he excitedly replied . This boy was excited to see ... me ?
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White lighters // Phan AU (abandoned)
FanficTwo lone smokers dealing with stress none of them can bear, come together between one "unlucky " white lighter . Because who wants to live anyway. Right?