i woke up, my deep brown eyes adjusting to the light blazing in through the curtains. my music was still playing softly; probably not good for the battery, but oh well.
my mum knocks softly on my door.
"dan, please get up. it's 8am" she smiles and walks off, closing the door.
i had 15 minutes to get ready. in that 15 minutes, i had to brush, straighten and gel up my hair, brush my teeth, get dressed and make lunch.
well, guess my hairs gonna be curly today, because 15 minutes is no where near enough to straighten this curly mop. hobbit hair it is today.
my black jeans and white shirt contrast with each other, making me feel trendy. in reality, i'm trash.
major trash.
with my brushed teeth, brushed hair and made lunch, i walk to school with no time to lose. i get there just in time. thank gawd. i rushed into home room and sit in my designated seat. next to pj, of course.
"hey daniel howell. ya like jazz?" he smirked and clicked his fingers, point finger guns at me.
"pj ligouri, when will the memes stop?" i asked, laughing.
"never. never in a million years" he laughed back.
i faced the front towards the teacher. this teacher wasn't like the other teachers. she was nice, funny, loud and really hot.
but anyway.
that's story's for another time. haha...
i looked towards her direction and panned the classroom to see which kids were present and which were absent. that's when i caught eye of the prettiest boy i've ever seen.
no dan, you're straight dammit.
okay, but he was still gorgeous. unlike any other boy i've ever seen, in my whole life. that's saying something, because i've seen pj ligouri, and everyone knows how gorgeous he is.
but this kid was- different. in a good way, of course. i was eager to find out his name. i wanted to be his friend. i wanted some more of them. not saying the ones i have already are bad. but i mean, this boy- he was perfect.
utter perfection.
i took my glare off of him when i heard my name.
"dan? is dan here today?" miss. jackson called out.
"oh yeah, i'm over here" i waved.
she continued the roll. when she said an unfamiliar name, the class cocked there heads.
"philip lester?" the boy- the pretty boy- raised his hand shyfully into the air.
"here" he mumbled, his voice quiet.
but oh boy, it was hot.
dan, you're straight.
yeah. as straight as pj's hair.
no, no dan.
i shook all thoughts away and placed my eyes back upon the gorgeous boy who's name is 'philip'.
phil.
phil lester.
a perfect name,
for a perfect boy.
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