when > phan

chapter 2

Dan sighed loudly, twisting open the handle on his locker and grabbing his brown lunch bag. His mom always made sure he had a packed "with love" lunch, so he never had to waste money on the gross cafeteria food. 

The male trudged to the small area that was know as the cafeteria. Opening the door, he noticed a crowd of people, mostly the kids in his grade a a few younger children, gathered around one table. At the center of the table sat Phil Lester. He was happily immersing himself into the conversation's going around, as well as sketching happily at a sketchbook. 

So he was a artist. 

Dan settled himself at a table across the way. Watching from his peripheral vision while he ate a sandwich. Some of the conversation wafted his direction, and strained his ears to pick up on it. 

"My, Phil," Zoe's voice. "Your a really good artist." 

Pj's voice. "Do you think he's better than Dan?" Dan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Dan was a artist. He loved art ever since he was a little boy, but he didn't really think that the rest of the "crew" had notice his fascination with the arts. Or that they thought he was good.

Turning his head, intrigued, he watched Zoe coil back. 

"I never said that anybody was..better than anybody, Pj. I just simply complemented Phil on his talents." 

Pj, content with the sweet girl's response, shrugged and turned back to Phil's scratchy pencil. Dan could tell from the boys green-blue eyes that he was fascinated with the way Phil's tool moved across the page. Pj was a creative person himself, and always  liked to talk to Dan about the recent art "crazes". 

Phil looked up from his paper, raising his ginger colored eyebrows.

"Who is Dan?" 

The room seemed to move in one single motion. Everybody turned their bodies towards Dan. He blinked his brown eyes as a silence settled awkwardly over the people. Dan set down his lunch, and raised a hand. 

"Hello." 

Phil blinked, straightening in his seat and setting down his pencil.

"Hey." 

And that was it. Phil's attention was turned back to his paper, the people asking him questions about his art, and just his life in general. Dan sighed, hoping maybe that would've been the start of some friendship, but obviously, like always,

he was wrong. 

After lunch, Dan's first class was English. He didn't always enjoy English, but it was better than Maths, or History. Dan entered the classroom and took his seat in the back row. He liked to be able to see everybody, and know that nobody was staring at him. Students started to file in. 11th graders mixed with few 12th graders. 

A sigh erupted his lips as the teenagers avoided the desk beside him. He never really enjoyed sitting next to people. That would mean he would have to strike up a conversation now and then, and that gave him instant anxiety. 

It's not that he didn't want to talk to people, he just seemed to get panicky whenever he was around him. Like his brain just set off an alert, saying: Panic! Panic! People are coming!, which would cause him to be extremely awkward. 

The boy with the raven hair, and extreme eyes walked into the classroom. Phil. Dan's breath caught in his throat, as he realized that the only open seat was beside him. Phil also noticed, but seemed to have an opposite reaction. He visibly perked up, and made his way to sit beside Dan. 

Dan shifted self consciously in his desk chair, peering out the window. Birds flew by the glass, perching on the rose bushes right outside the window. Dan watched them, noticing their stretching mouths as chirps were let loose. 

The teacher entered the classroom, setting his heavy briefcase on wooden desk at the front of the room. Mr. Arthur, his teacher's name, straightened his suit jacket, then took his place behind the desk. 

"Well, today's lesson..." 

Dan tuned him out. It never really mattered anyway. Dan could  just read the textbook this evening, and absorb all Mr. Arthur said just as well. Dan sighed, settling his chin on his hand. His eyes kept wandering towards the boy next to him. 

Dan was an appreciator of people. That's what his mum told him anyway, and in truth, he was. He loved to stare at people, find the beauty in their appearance. His friends ('friends') always laughed at him, or made fun of him for staring at people. His family always told him to stop being rude, speaking about staring. . but he wasn't being rude. 

Human beings were just so pretty. So fascinating and damn beautiful. Everybody but him, Dan himself, that was. 

Dan blinked his brown eyes slowly, watching the raven haired boy clearly from his peripheral vision. He didn't seem to notice, or care that Dan was beside him, losing himself in his perfect, pale, milky skin and swimming blue eyes. 

Mr. Arthur cleared his throat loudly, bringing Dan back to reality.  The elderly professor droned on about the importance of passive verbs, and holding his thumb and index finger pinched together, as if the motion helped him get his point across. 

Sometimes Mr. Arthur gave them excentric assignments. If he was in a mood, that the students would call a good mood, but honestly it was just if he didn't want to teach that day, he would give them a assignment idea, or a starting point, and give them the rest of the class to work on that thing. 

It was other days, like this, where the teacher liked to spend the 50 minutes he had, giving a long, boring speech about passive verbs. 

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an; aaye its been forever since i updated anything. sorry. school has been killer. 

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ty for reading! i hope to have a update for 'happy little phil' along with 'silent' soon!

-lauren