Anonymous Texting Buddy [Phan | AU]

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Phil was slowly becoming desperate and it was driving him insane that he couldn't just talk to him. The whole note thing was a bad idea in his opinion anyway. It may worked for other people but it definitely wouldn't for him. He had to admit that the 'poem' his anonymous texting buddy had sent him was actually impressive. He knew that he could never write something like that. He should have simply forgotten about him, and, oh, how much he had tried to do so, but he couldn't. He could have never forgotten that silky, straight, brown hair or the teddy bear like brown eyes.

Yet again, he started to really like his anonymous texting buddy, who he really had to come up with a different nickname for, seeing as this one was way too long. He didn't want to risk losing this thing that they had, wether it was friendship or merely something less, by always bothering him and making him sad with talking about his crush all the time.

Phil was walking through the hall, on the way to his PE class, bumping into some random students every now and then, and afterwards mumbling "Sorry", every time.

Soon he was in the changing room, slowly stripping his shirt off, as he noticed something, or rather someone. The boy he had been admiring from afar now stood a few meters away from him, topless. They had PE together. "What a weird coincidence", he thought "that he shares the same classes with me as my anonymous texting buddy."

But putting two and two together, maybe it wasn't that coincidental. Two and two equaled five right now, because it didn't at all make any sense to him, that the person he liked, the person he may or may not had a crush on, was the same person who had been texting with him for weeks now, the person who liked Muse and played the piano and the person who had sent him the poem because he eventually had completely fallen in love.

It was simple. He just had to text the meme lord, he finally had a different nickname for, and if he got out his phone in this moment, it would have been pretty clear, that they were the exact same person. Of course the teacher had to walk in, right after this idea had crossed his mind.

Ten rounds of running and a basketball game later, they were back in the changing room. "Now's the time", Phil thought, so he got out his phone really quick and typed as fast as possible, surprisingly without causing any typos.

Phil:
I never want to play basketball ever again! How do the High School Musical boys stand this?

Nothing. He did nothing. But the fact, that no one else got out their phones, meant, that his assumption wasn't necessarily false. "Most people had their phones on silent in school, to avoid getting in trouble with teachers, I guess", he thought to himself.

Dan walked out of the room, stumping to his next class, and finally read the text message he had received a few minutes ago. He couldn't stop the small giggle escaping, while reading it and he immediately texted back.

unknown:
i guess you just didn't get your head in the game.

On the same day, during lunch, Phil decided, that he needed to know. Sitting at his usual table with his friends, he waited for him to come. Yesterday he sat just one table away and if his theory was right, he would choose a seat, were he could see Phil and when he finally sat down diagonally opposite from him on the table behind some of his friends, Phil got out his phone and thought of something, he would get a facial expression of some sort for.

Dan, Chris and PJ were talking about something entirely stupid and unimportant, while they started eating their lunch. The two of them had never questioned, why Dan wanted to sit at this exact table all of a sudden, and for that, he was very thankful. He was also thankful for the fact, that they were often too caught up with each other, that they don't even noticed when he didn't pay attention to them anymore and was rather watching or texting Phil. It was one of those times again, were they kind of ignored Dan, but he didn't blame them. How could he? He did the same thing all the time, just blocking them out, so he understood, what they were doing and why.