Phan fluff

Pastel! - School - Punk!

           ~Dan's POV~

I used my last two hair clips to pin in my flower crown, grabbing my bag before leaving and locking the house. I waddled down my street to be greeted by Kasey and a hug, I giggled and flicked my chocolate fringe as I pulled away, being careful not to let my newly-placed flower crown slip down my face.

"Happy Monday," I smirked,

"Don't, I'm not in the mood D," she let out, putting emphasis on 'not',

"Don't call me D, it makes me sound like some sex pest-rapper," I complained, as I traced the patterns of the pavement. She laughed as we wondered through the school gates and like being thrown through a parallel universe: my personality switched, my smile dropped, my excitement faded and my mind darkened.

"Where are you going?"  

I overheard from the science block doorway to see my perfect Phil,

He swept his raven, blue-streaked hair away from the sapphire orbs that sat dainty on a beautiful porcelain facade. An adorable yet dominant smirk crept across his face as he noticed me approaching him,

"Hey baby," My stalker chuckled to himself, awe he's adorable, I blushed and looked down. As I pushed past him and his gang of neanderthals and stoners,I herald him yell out,

"Hey, don't ignore me boo!" His smirk dropped and a look of pure seriousness set in, "I need to talk too you, get your fine ass back here now!"

"What do you want?" I whispered as I approached him again,

"Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you," he lent into my ear as his hand wandered down and pushed something into my pocket, I felt his warm breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine,

"Unless you want me too," I rolled my head back slightly and he noticed,

Chuckling, he spun around and left me and K in a disoriented state of shock, I shook it off and continued to my first class.

That night, I was getting into my pjs when a small, folded piece of paper fell out of my pocket. I forgot about that, I unfolded it to reveal a scribbled note, I read:

I'll be at yours at 6 tomorrow night, bring night stuff, be prepared -P

I sighed as I fell backwards onto my bed, sighing. I slowly began to fall into a contented slumber, I dreamt of Phil. His deep blue streaked hair, his blue-black eyes, all of my loose and unorganised perceptions of Phil snaked around each other and tightened to pull me into a vivid dream. A small smile crept upon my pinkened face as I slept...

-beep-beep-beep- "uggggh," I quietly complained while throwing my arms and legs over the side of my bed in unison, I intended for my arm to press the 'stop' button located on top of my alarm clock. However, I apparently needed up to four try's to successfully silence the infernal noise-maker, 'it's too early for a self esteem tackle' I thought to myself as I stumbled to my feet and proceeded to go about my morning routine.

I noticed the note, from the previous night, lying on my desk as I grabbed my bag. I quickly remembered, I furiously shoved boxers, a pink shirt, a cute hoodie, black jeans, socks, deodorant, dry shampoo and my pikaku onesie. I ran downstairs and shouted,

"Mom! Mom?" I heard a reply,

"Yeah?" She yelled in response,

"I'm sleeping at a friend's house," knowing that she wouldn't need anymore information, I proceeded to the door but waited in the doorway for a second response,

"Okay! Do you have everything you need?" She asked kindly,

"Yes, I have everything, thank you," I announced politely,

"Good, Well stay safe! I love you!"

"Love you too!" I closed the door as well as the conversation.

I began walking to school, bumping into K on the way there. We arrived at school and proceeded to our first lesson and I explained everything to her. I sat down and directed my attention to my scetch book, which I hid behind a textbook on my lap, leaning against my desk.

I can't wait for tonight, my mom works from 10am to 8pm so I'll be home alone until Phil gets to mine house. I smiled to myself. I finished my second Phil portrait as I looked down at my phone, a reminder greeting me, letting me know that it is 9:40. This is usually when Phil gets to school (almost an hour late) as we only had ten minutes remaining of whatever class this is. I looked at the door, expecting to see his husky figure in the doorway. But there was nothing there...

I waited, the bell went and I slowly gathered my things, begging to hear a cheesy pickup line or a sarcastic comment or an insult at least but still nothing. The lack of pain from a snide comment just hurt me more, I felt my heart drop into the bottom of my chest. I pulled in a sharp breath, running for the door, slinging my bag around my back. I stumbled a little but continued to my next class, I pulled out my phone and began writing a message to Phil. But no answer, the screen blackened. My eyes began to form red lines of blood shot as a crystal tear formed upon my long black eye lashes. I wiped them quickly before returning to a sprint as I darted to the boys bathroom as a familiar sent greeted me, it...it smells like...Phil. My eyes widened as a pure stream began running down my face, my hands fell to my sides as a tall and beautiful being wondered out of a cubicle. He noticed me and his adorable smile fell as he ran and wrapped his toned, warm arms around me comforting my cold self.
"What happened," he calmly asked, worry clearly coating his voice. I shook my head and whimpered,
"Right, come on," he slowly released me and intertwined our fingers, as he made his way to the door, opening it.
We slowly walked out and left the building, approaching his car and getting inside. I gently closed my eyes as I fell asleep.

The movement of the car awoke me, I looked around to see trees and a beautiful light cloud,
"Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my eyes,
"It's a surprise," he smiled as he slowly brought the car to a halt.
"I need to talk to you," he planted a quick but soft kiss on my cheek before giggling and hoping out of the car.
I closed my eyes and fell into another sleep. I felt a cold pair of lips against my cheek, greeting me with a kiss.
My eyes fluttered open to find myself slumped into Phil's chest, a beautiful oak tree could be seen through to wonbranches leading of into every direction. I skipped over to it, and unfolded as I began reading: