cheerleader // phan

three

dan always found phil lester attractive -- not personality wise, of course -- but looks, definitely. his pale skin radiated in the sun while his key black hair contrasted it. but that didn't account for the fact he was a dick.

dan remembered the false confidence he needed to have around the taller boy.

"what do you want?" dan said, putting his hand on his hip and popping his knee.

"nothing. thought i would drop by. you're very graceful,"

dan's jaw dropped. "excuse me?" he squeaked in confusion.

"you should be on the team," phil said casually, as if he didn't punch dan just one day ago.

phil walked closer, which only made dan step back in fear. phil let out a small chuckle, his tongue going between his teeth. dan cocked his head. he had never seen phil smile before, let alone laugh.

dan knew what phil was like. rude, hateful, and awful, but for some reason dan's heart failed to start. it was overtaken by phil's presence. this scared dan because even when phil was nose-to-nose with the younger boy, dan didn't feel this strange feeling, tugging at his heart in confusion.

phil was so... different. his leather jacket and tattoos on his arms somehow matched his black hair and alabaster skin. dan's pupils dilated.

phil looked at dan, his perfectly smoothed leggings he obviously put on after school to practice his flips, and his oversized yellow jumper that rode up when he flipped to show his skinny and underweight figure.

it was then, phil realized something, the mixture of his underweight figure and scared, mascara covered eyes,

his confidence was fake. phil had truly scared the younger boy.

both boys stood in silence, reading eachother wistfully like old books that still held a story of wonder and fantasy.

the two boys were forcefully ripped out of their wonderment when phil's phone rang. phil blinked and he reached into his pocket, his fingers fumbling until he finally gripped his cell and saw the caller id: SAVANNA ❤

he let out a small groan and pressed the green button, dan watching his every move, entranced by him.

"hello? hi babe,"

dan's heart dropped in fear. savanna. sometimes, she was worse than phil, the way she speaks, walks, and smiles is just filled with malice.

"yep. yeah, i'll be over in a bit. yes. mhm. love you, mhm, goodbye," phil said, his voice becoming lighter and more loving with every spoken word. dan watched in amazement. the only tone he had ever heard phil in was malice and pure hatred.

phil hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket, and looked back a dan, and his loving ways dropped.

"why the hell are you still here? leave!" phil snapped, taking dan aback. wasn't he just telling dan how graceful he was?

savanna. her beautiful name crept into phil's mind and corrupted him. whenever her smooth, manipulative voice flowed into phil's ear, dan was the gayest, most disgusting thing.

"did you hear me, trannie? scram!" phil growled, and dan finally gained his senses, grabbed his backpack, and did what he always did when phil was near:

run.