(When Dan talks, it's in lower case. It's intended.)
My jacket is pulled up all the way to stay out of the winter chill.
In winter it's hard to take photos of flowers, honestly.
The walk to school is short, but sweet. Not risking getting my camera wet, I keep it in its case.
As I approach the school, I realize how early it is. I have a good 45 minutes before school starts.
I go up the stairs and push the buzzer, and enter.
The red room, and photography room is second floor so I don't hurry going up.
I reach there, to see the tall figure of Phil.
The first thing I notice is a new tattoo on his arm.
It's a blank Polaroid photo. I guess it's too full in with something soon.
Since his 16th birthday he's slowly been collecting pretty tattoos
I like them.
My face flush red, I hurry into the room.
We're not friends or anything like that, but that person who you know that likes the same thing you do, that you talk to once in a blue moon.
I like my skin white though, with my three tattoos I do have.
I have one of a small old school camera on my hip bone. And a simple crescent moon and one collar bone, and a simple sun on the other.
I like them there because if I get pretty little bruises they simply look nice.
Phil looks over at me, and I look back and smile. He continued to work on a pic he was working on.
Setting up all the things for a box photo.
With a little white box with shit inside.
I finished mine the day before, it had cotton clouds and tiny plastic flowers.
I sit at a laptop, and decide to upload a photo from my phone to edit.
I sit, and work.
Suddenly someone's leaning on the chair, I'm currently sitting in.
I look up.
"What you working on today Daniel?" Phil coos out.
" just a photo of the snowy sky last night. what did you take a photo of?"
"You and your skies. Should I touch it sometime and watch it turn to a grey mess?"
I was tempted to say how much I'd like that, but I keep quiet for a minute.
I just hummed in response instead.
"Maybe I just will sometime Howell." His voice is so close to my ear, I feel his breath. Then I could almost feel him smirking, before he ruffled my hair and walked off.
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Polariod// Phan
FanfictionThere are two guys, I live on misty drive, he lives on Moonlight drive. There next to each other. There not really different, they even intersect. With his Polaroid, he takes photos of grungy things, while with mine, I took photos of skies and flowe...
