$20 For You {D.H. & P.L.}

Black on Pastel

Phil

   Looking over my shoulder, I can see the distinct outline of the schools one and only punk, Dan Howell. Known for multiple things around this school such as beating up people, skipping school, and just being a delinquent. His black combat boots, which were his usual attire, black skinny jeans, and a hoodie. All the girls, and maybe a guy or two swooning over him. With his sharp cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes, I mean who can blame them really. "Phil!" A loud feminine voice calls out, as I met with the voice of my best friend Louise. Her platinum blonde hair, with pink tips, bobbing around. With a lilac button up, and black pants, we look really nothing alike. "Yes, Louise?" I ask, grabbing my pale pink backpack, before slamming my locker door. "Who are you taking to senior prom?" She asks, suddenly really getting on my nerves. I love Louise don't get me wrong, she can just be a bit much sometimes. Always looking out for me and everything, which I don't mind, but sometimes, I do. Especially now, talking about senior prom, nobody ever invites me, to any dance or party. Which I'm actually completely fine with it, it's just sometimes I don't feel like being reminded of it.

   Turning around, so I'm completely facing her, and I'm walking backwards. "Nobody, and I really don't want to go." I explain quickly, hoping she'll get of my case, and praying I don't run into anyone. Apparently my prayers aren't answered, as suddenly I'm ramming into a lanky figure, and we are being knocked over. Now at this point things could probably only get worse from here, as I turn my head to see who I ran into. I mean it can't be that bad right-

I think I may have a heart attack.

Given the person I'm laying on top of, is no other then the one-and-only, Dan Howell. Greattttttt. Let's give a round-of-applause to me, for being the most awkward person to ever live. Groaning slightly, I get up, holding my hand to the side of my head, trying to soothe the throbbing pain. I see Dan, slowly standing up, and straightening his hair.

   "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I mean- I'm- try-sorry-" He cuts me off as I'm starting to ramble, "It's fine, Phil. Nothing to worry about alright?" He flashes me a toothy grin, before pulling out his phone. Black case. What a shock. "Put your number in, I'll text you, alright." The punk says, while passing over the phone. Honestly I feel like my heart is gonna jump directly out of my throats and onto the floor, as I nervously type in my number. My hand shakes slightly, as I hand him back his phone. "See ya around flower boy." He winks, before walking away with his other friend. It's that moment that now suddenly Louise decides to bug me, and being honest I really just wanna go home, as I'm headed out the doors. "Philllyyyyy got a number." She sings with an annoyingly high pitched voice.

"Okay okay okay. So maybe I did. It's not like I like him or anything." I attempt to brush her off, while beginning my walk home in the rare sunny weather. "Tell that to your face." She jokes, before going the opposite way to her house. Going home isn't really something I enjoy, given my mom and dad are rarely ever there. It's entertaining really, why have a kid if you aren't gonna be there by the time they are 12. Being honest, they are never home so often, they could probably be having affairs and the other oblivious. Happy life, right? Nearing my house, I hear my phone with its text tone. Pulling out my phone, and my keys, sprinting up the road, and reminding myself how terribly unfit I am. I reach my house, and am nearly out of breath. Unlocking the old faded white door, I drop my stuff in the front room, before making a direct line into my room. If you saw my room, you'd probably laugh. About 80 posters liter the wall, from boy bands to anime.

  Heck there is even an Uma Thurman poster over my bed. (Phandom reference I have no regrets)

  Collapsing in a heap on my bed, I read my text.

   Unknown Number: Hey Flower boy!

    Phil: Really Dan?

   Punk boy: Yes really, the name suits you let it live.

 
Flower boy: If you put flower boy as my contact name I swear....

  Punk boy: iF yOu PuT fLoWeR bOy As My CoNtAcT nAmE i SwEaR

   Flower boy: you little...

   Punk boy: Ray of sunshine, yes you called.

  I'm suddenly aware, of the fact that my face is completely red with blush. Like a high school girl texting her crush, but I'm not a girl and he's not my crush.

Flower boy: If anything, you are a little ray of black.

Punk boy: I meannnnnnn

Flower boy: At least I wear color

Punk boy: Ahhh yes I know, now if you excuse me, I have homework, gotta blast!

Flower boy: You....and...memes??

Punk boy: Ahh you have so much to learn about me sweetheart

Yep yep yep. I'm gonna turn off my phone right about now. Did Daniel-James-Fucking-Howell just call me sweetheart?

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A/N, y'all reading this story now are gonna hateeeeee me in a couple chapters 😂❤️
I owe a lot to the two people I'm forcing to read to help me with this ThisMonthsHamster and The-Gajuar thanks you guys for being my beta readers and helping me edit ❤️❤️
~ Raegan