Dan sucks his breath in, a tight feeling in his chest blocking his airways. Amy has a strange expression on her face, mild fear mixed with anticipation. The brown haired boy can feel the tension crushing his bones, and his world begins to fog over. Time slows. He snaps back into reality when he hears Amy whisper "Oh my god, Dan. Is he walking over?"
"I don't know, do you have the ambulance on speed-dial?" He almost laughs, but it catches in his throat.
And then Phil's here, and Amy turns around and leaves. Honestly, fuck Amy.
"Hey," says Phil. He has an impassive look on his face. The entire hallway stops to stare at them.
"Hi," says Dan in reply, clutching his books closer to his chest and feeling rather pathetic about everything. All the hate that he's accumulated towards Phil over the past week disintegrates in a second, and he looks longingly at Phil's bright eyes and full, pink lips. He's missed this boy. He's missed the fucking daylights out of him.
"Hey," Phil repeats, crowding Dan against his locker so that the boy has to look up at him.
Dan bites into his bottom lip.
"Got something of yours," continues Phil. And then he's settling the flower crown onto Dan's head and looking all satisfied with himself.
"So you talked to your sister?" asks Dan lightly. "She's worried for you. You've got reason to upset her like that."
"Oh, I had a reason alright," Phil shoots back.
"She thought you were going to off yourself" Dan murmurs, ignoring Phil's statement.
"Well, I enjoy proving people wrong."
"Go away Phil, I don't have time for your silly games," Dan says half-heartedly, not meaning it one bit.
Phil pretends to consider it for a moment. "Nah," he says eventually.
Dan smiles. Dan should not be smiling right now. "Everyone's looking." Technically this is untrue. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone stops and stares when Bad Boy Lester approaches ordinary folk like Dan. But a select few are looking over, and on the other side of the hall Dan can see Amy positively vibrating with excitement. Dan decides that he hates Amy. The bell rings, and surprisingly everyone rushes to class, leaving the two boys out in the hall alone.
"Yeah," Phil says, his eyes are laughing at Dan.
"What are you doing?" Dan murmurs.
Phil completely ignores the harmless question, with a breathy "I really want to kiss you."
The words are like a ice cubes slipping down Dan's spine.
"And more," Phil leans in more and more with each word, looking completely breathless for the first time in his whole life. Finally his head is right next to Dan's ears, his gentle words tickling the boys neck. "I want to fuck you so hard you scream, and do all the other kinky shit I'm sure you're into. But I want to wake up next to you too, and buy you jumpers. And get matching tattoos, probably. If that's fine with you. And kiss your tattoos but also every other inch of your body."
Dan slowly returns his eyes to Phil, and reels at the earnestness on Phil's face.
"I'm sorry for not realising it before, and fucking other guys because I was too stupid to realise that... That, um."
Something is blooming joyfully in Dan's chest. It's big and warm and unfamiliar. It's comforting. It's like nothing Dan has ever felt before, and it's consuming him, because he wants this. He wants this so, so much.
"That I like you, maybe." Then Phil rests his forehead against Dan's and lets out a very long breath.
"You like me, maybe," repeats Dan.
And Phil. Well, fuck him. Phil smiles, he bites down gently on his lip, Christ. "You're just really fucking cute, okay?"
Dan's surprised into a chuckle. "Am I?"
Phil just blinks steadily in response.
"Say what you told me again."
"What, that whole thing? For fuck's sake, I thought you'd've caught it all the first time round."
"No." Dan shakes his head, smiling cheekily. "The thing you said before the whole... thing. The very first thing you said. Say it again."
Phil looks exasperated.
"What are you doing?" asks Dan, hoping to jog his memory.
Phil smiles slowly at that. "You're a fucking dork," he whispers, and then recites just like he did before, "I really want to kiss you."
"Yeah." Pushing onto his toes so that they're at the same height, Dan says quietly, "Go on, then." It's like a challenge. Enticing Phil, insisting he takes action.
"Fuck it," Phil whispers, and he pushes Dan harshly into the lockers. Dan breathes in with excitement, one of Phil's hands above his shoulder, flat on the locker, and the other dangerously close to Dan's crotch, resting gently on his hip. Phil doesn't break eye contact, and moves in more slowly, as though asking for permission. Dan leans forwards, and their lips crash together.
Fireworks flood the two boys heads. Each bang and fizzle adding to the dizzying fever the kiss mysteriously bring on.
After what feels like forever, Phil rocks back, taking hold of Dan's hand. Both of their faces are delicately flushed and Dan quietly whispers, "what do we do now?"
Phil grins and responds with an electrifying,
"You'll see,"
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*authors note* ayyYYY finally some fluff!! But unfortunately... Another cliffhanger ^evil laughter^
