Two Of A Kind

Dan: Eight

Dear Bubbly Blue Eyes,

Thank you for all the advice. You're honestly so helpful and nice, I don't understand how you could be an outcast. I'm thankful for the advice, and I'm going to start using it. I'm going to try to, anyway. Um... Well. When you do you want to meet? Like, a time frame? A week, a month? However long you want to hide yourself is good with me xD I've got quite a bit of homework to do, but I'm going to ask you some questions first. Favorite book? Weirdest hobby? Dragons or Robots? XD ttyl!

-Coffee Emo Eyes

Dan froze. As he started typing his letter, he started to realize his thoughts were true. An outcast, blue eyes, bubbly personality. He was scared. This could not be happening. He liked his pen pal, sometimes he wondered if his liking towards the boy wandered the line between platonic and romantic. He wasn't sure, but he hoped not. He couldn't. This was NOT happening. He sent the email, and sat down at his desk, finishing his homework. He eventually, like always, fell asleep. The next morning, it was the same thing. Get ready, go to school, hurt Phil, regret it, finish school, go home, send the email, do homework, fall asleep. It was always the same thing every day, and he hated it. It was so repetitive and boring, he just wanted something to change for once.

So he decided to change it today.

Of course, he still had to go to school, but he didn't have to hurt Phil. He got to his locker, and saw Phil and him were walking in the same direction, so he walked over to him, and raised a hand to wave, but Phil flinched and put his head down.

"Good morning, Phil!"

"J-Just get it over with, please."

I'm so sorry I broke you. I didn't mean to... I guess.

"I'm not going to hurt you... I'm-" Dan scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I guess. Yeah, I'm sorry." He said, adjusting his fringe.

"Um..." Phil said, trailing off. "Thanks?" He could tell that Phil really didn't believe or trust him.

"WellIshouldgobyephilsorryagainbye!" Dan slurred all of the sentence together and ran off into first period, mentally face-palming about how awkward that was.

He opened his notebook and scribbled down the math problem on the board and finished solving it. The boy who sat next to him poked his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Dan, is it?"

"Yep, what do you want?"

"I'm Phil's friend, PJ!"

"Okay? That's nice?" Dan was really confused.

"He said you were being NICE to him!"

"Look, I have things to do so if you're going to-" The boy cut him off.

"PHIL HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU AND WANTS TO ASK YOU OUT BUT HE'S TOO AFRAID TO BECUASE YOU HATE HIM! OH NO! I TOLD HIM I'M NOT GOOD WITH SECRETS!"

"SHH! We're in the middle of math class!"

"Sorry!"

Dan took a deep breath. What was going on...?

Phil Lester has a crush on me?!