In Love With The Punk (PHAN)

Phil's pov

There's that boy. That one that I hate so much. Daniel Howell. He was a strictly punk boy with all the piercings and tattoos and ignorant shit. And their "dancing" aka headbanging. What's up with that, it's not dancing that's for sure. Do they make their hair long and greasy and get tattoos and shit for attention? ugh. They're getting it alright, but not in a good way.
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Dan's pov

There's Phillip Lester. Back to school and on the first day I see that boy and I swear I almost die. His glasses and button up shirts. He's adorable. I think he hates me. He looks at me weird. Hm. I should try talking to him.
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"Hey you're Phil right?" Dan walked up to the black haired boy and tried to keep his cool. The other boy stared at him through his glasses, although his eyes were softly rested on Dan's shoulder. He was mystified now that he could see the ink art up close.

"Y-yes," he snapped out if his trace if thought and looked Dan in the eye. "What do /you/ want?"

"Calm down, feisty!" Dan held his arms up in defense. "Just wanted to say hello." He rested his arm against the locker and smiled. His chocolatey brown eyes looked Phil up and down, making the student nervous.

"Hi, then. Why would you want to talk to me anyway, go flirt with all your little followers." Phil nodded in Dan's direction, only to pressed his teeth together and look away into his locker. He slipped his books into it, turning to leave. Dan still stood there, smiling down at Phil.

"I wanna be here," The tattooed boy said.

"What?" Phil squinted his eyes as he slipped his glasses back on from a cleaning. "Shut up, this jokes old already. Run along." He flicked his fingers at Dan, walking around him.

"Woah, I'm tryin to talk, sugar." Dan pushed Phil against the locker, making the other boy flinch. He didn't pull back at all, showing no sympathy and smiled. "Afraid of a couple piercings and ink?"

Phil glared at the ground as Dan smirked and shrugged his leather jacket back on his shoulders. He didn't say anything, just blushed lightly. Sugar?

"Didn't think so," Dan took his hand and pulled Phil's face back up to face him. He mocked the black haired boy, pursing his lips and winking. Phil's eyebrows started to curl upwards and he backed down a little but Dan turned. "See you 'round, sugar."