Phil's POV
Phil stood up quickly when the bus stopped, but just couldn't stop staring at Dan still. Dan gave Phil a weird look when he caught him staring, and hurried off the bus, leaving Phil behind looking after his retreating figure.
Phil awkwardly grabbed his bag, and walked slowly off the bus, slightly sad knowing that he was the reason Dan had ran off.
He walked in through the school gates, not looking forward to school as much after that abrupt leave of Dan. However, despite how Phil was feeling, he still gave a bright smile, and happily grinned at random passers by.
Sure, some of them looked at him like he was a lunatic, but there were a few that gave him tentative smiles.
He walked towards what he presumed was the front office and waited patiently in line for the secretary to notice him.
"Yes, yes, hello, what can I do for you child?" The woman said rushedly, despite the fact that there was no one else in line other than Phil himself.
"Um, hi, I'm new here, and I need my timetable and....stuff?" Phil stated to her, unsure of his own words.
"Oh, yes. I forgot we had some new students today. So what's your name child?"
"Phil Lester." Phil nervously tugged his sleeves down to form sweater paws, something he did when he was anxious.
"Alright Philip, here's your timetable and....stuff." The woman mocked, slamming the window screen shut loudly, and turning back to her book.
Phil stood stunned for a moment before turning around and lightly hitting off someone's shoulder."Oh, hey Dan!"
"Well shit."
"Don't curse!"
"I'll curse if I want you fucking dickfaced, motherfucker, ballsack teethed, cock pussy bitch."
Dan stared at Phil with malice in his eyes, and Phil stared back in shock. He was definitely not expecting Dan to respond to his simple greeting with such...ferocity.
As Phil simply stood there for a few minutes, not knowing what to say, Dan walked off, rolling his eyes at Phil's idiocy.
After a few moments, Phil eventually walked towards his first class, Geography. As Phil entered the class, everyone's eyes turned towards him, including...Dan's.
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FanfictionPhil is pastel. Or, at least that's how he's described. Flower crowns forever, bright converse, and pastel hoodies, he's a generally happy and optimistic person. He is at least acquaintances with most people who know him, and is well liked by all. H...