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

Pastel

Phil

I feel so odd, coming to school. I'm not even in my own clothes, I'm in Dan's clothes. Meaning I'm wearing nothing of color, just black. Apparently it doesn't look bad on me, but I have no clue, considering I look ugly in most things. Like I'm also supposed to be paying attention to this math class, but Mr.Thomas is highly boring so I see no point. I'm trying to remember anything that happened last night, literally anything. Dan told me that I went to bed half way through the movie, and that's how I got there. I just don't remember going too the bed.

Although I'm actually really glad, that I didn't fall asleep on his shoulder. That would have been SUPER awkward, and really isn't high on my list of things to do. Did he notice that I didn't eat the food? Please tell me he didn't. What if he says something. What i- "Phil stop tapping." My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice, which nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Sure enough, it's Dan, who somehow is sitting right behind me and I never noticed. "Dan what the actu-" he cuts me off before I can tell him off, "I'm in AP classes, I'm only here because I needed help on this. I have all the notes I need, just borrow mine, because lord knows you are gonna fail this quiz tmr." He hisses, before getting back to paying attention.

  Alright so hold up. Daniel-motherflipping-HOWELL, takes AP classes, this is a joke right? It's a joke. It literally has to be, because there is no flipping way I can see that boy taking AP classes. Apparently he does though, I'm very confused. The bell rings, and I gather my stuff quickly, rushing out of the room ready to just go home and collapse into my bed. Reaching my locker, it takes me like five times to get the combination right, seriously why. Shoving my stuff and grabbing my back, I head out to reach the doors.

  My phone pings from a text, and look at the number.

   Punk Boy: As soon as you leave the building look up in the lot, k thx

   Pastel: Why?

   Punk Boy: How would you feel about a date? Just for coffee and I'll help you with the notes I know you don't have

   Pastel: Wait, me??

   Hold up. He's asking me on a date. Feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks, and I place my cool hands to my cheeks, attempting to hide it.

Punk Boy: Yes you, Phil, now hurry up I can see you standing at the steps.

Laughing slightly, I look up too see a smaller black car running out front. The driver looks up at me, and rolls down the window. I see Dan, sitting there, and I do a quick jog over. He flashes me a quick smile, as I get into the car. "Wanna be overly cliche and go to Starbucks?" He asks, while fixing his lip ring in the mirror. "Sure, and hey Dan?" I ask, and he puts the car into reverse. "Hm?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the route he's driving. "Did getting your tattoos hurt?" I question, looking at his sleeve of tattoos on his arm. "Not really, I mean after they were kinda sore, but other then that no." He shrugs, turning the corner. He pulls up to the Starbucks, and parks the car. "By the way I have the notes from the class, that you did not take." He laughs slightly before getting out, his keys rattling as he shoves them in his pocket.

I open the car door, and step out into the parking lot. "Come on." He laughs, motioning his hand for me to walk with him. We walk next to each other, my light pink converse looking very odd next to his intimidating black combat boots. Walking in, I'm met with a smiling, bright-hazel eyed, curly hair. His figure is lean, and is shown by his skinny jeans, with his name tag reading PJ.

"Hey Dan. Your usual?" He asks, his voice with a slight accent. "Yea," Dan pauses, and looks at me, "what do you want?" I scan the menu quickly, and see what I want. "Can I have double shaken iced green tea?" It comes out more like a question then anything.

After a bit, Dan gets our drinks, and we sit at one of the booths in the corner. He fiddles at his lip ring nervously, and taps his fingers. "You okay?" I ask, taking notice of his fingers. "Oh yea, I just tap a lot." He explains quickly, adding a short, nervous laugh for extra measures. "So you just suddenly take me for a date?" I inquire, and finding it somewhat humorous that he would take me on a date. I actually thought he was straight. "Well you aren't unattractive by any means, and you've been to my apartment, learned some things. Might as well have." He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yea, but why me?" I ask again, narrowing my eyes at him. His face is one of confusion has he looks at a loss for words. He runs his hand through his fringe before answering me, "I thought you were cute." His words are plain and simple, and take me by surprise. He thinks, I'm cute. You gotta be kidding.

   "Wait what's this past tense thing?" I ask, laughing awkwardly. "I still think that you are cute and funny." He smiles, and he takes another sip of his drink.