Romance//Phan

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Phil was on the bus, eating a pop tart. He looked over to his right, where Caspar was sitting. The blonde boy was dozing, still tired from waking up early that morning. Phil sighed and put on his headphones, playing his 'Emo Songs To Put You In Da Feels' playlist. Brother by Gerard Way was playing. He turned the volume all the way up and looked over his outfit. He was wearing a varsity jacket, though he didn't play sports. His black jeans had rips in them by the knees. The red converse matched the jacket, and his T-Shirt was simply white.

After inspecting himself, he put his head on the window, terrible things by MayDay Parade was on. He watched the buildings fly by. By the time they got to school, Caspar was snoring.

"Caspar. Caspar. Caspar! Wake the hell up!" Phil said as he shook the South African.

"Dude, fuck off. The bus hasn't even stopped yet." The blond groaned, but woke up nonetheless. When the bus had stopped, he hopped off, after waiting for Caspar to slowly but surely get off the seat. He walked into the brick building smiling while talking to Joe, a brunette who had a popular sister, Zoë, who was also walking with them. She was sweet and cute, but Phil didn't look at her in that way. Caspar did though. Phil didn't look at any girls in that way.

Phil, was gay. Everyone knew that. He didn't wear crop tops or nail polish or anything like that, but he still was gay. He hung out with all the gay kids at school, he went on dates with boys, he had been spotted making out with a boy back in sophomore year. But nobody was rude and homophobic to him as they were to others. Nobody cared that he was gay.

"Phil, who was that by your locker?" Zoë asked, and when Phil looked up, all he saw was a shadowy figure retreating from his locker.

"I don't know," he said, walking a bit faster towards his locker. When he opened it to get his books, something fell out.

A letter. Written in messy handwriting, but still legible. He began to read.

When I saw you, I was ruined. When you saw me, you were perfected.
How ironic...I'm fucked up, but you still seem so fucking happy. Happy with me? No. Happy with...what? What is there to even be happy about? I'm ruined. You don't even know me. What's my name? You don't know. I know yours, it's Phil. I see you everyday at school. With absolutely no reason to be happy. But you are. Why? Why are you happy. Are you happy because I'm not around? No. You don't even know my name. I know yours, it's Phil. I walk home with you, a few steps behind. You've seen me. I am not what everyone sees me as. If anyone else sees me at all. I'm sorry if you don't believe me. But I believe me. What am I? Who am I? I am no one.

—Red

Phil was appalled. Who sent him this? He wasn't angry, but concerned. He was happy. And he had reasons to be. He had plenty of friends. He had a happy home. He was happy.

Who was this guy? Or girl? What could they see that he couldn't?

Phil was thinking about this as he took a seat in 1st period. He never really raised his hand in math.

"Mr.Lester, would you like to answer this problem?" The teacher called. Phil looked up suddenly.

"Uh...um...I-I uh..." Phil trailed on. Caspar and Joe were snickering.

"Mr.Howell? Would you like to answer?" Mr.Johnson asked a boy with brown hair. He nodded, and got up.

Whispers invaded the classroom. 'What is he doing' 'Why is he getting up?'

The boy didn't say anything, and the teacher looked like it was normal. When he got up to the board, he simply wrote, The Answer Is 78.97457 and went back to his seat, without a word. Only then did Phil Lester realize he had to pee. Bad.

"Uh...Mr.Johnson?" Phil asked. The middle aged man looked up.

"May I go to the rest room?" Mr. Johnson looked at him through narrowed eyes and then with a sigh, nodded.

"Thank you."

                      -after le wee-

Phil washed his hands and walked back to class. He soon found himself looking at a note.

I'm one of the kids who sits in the back of the classroom. I sit on one of the back two rows. Figure it out. Or don't.
—Red

"Who the hell is red?" Phil muttered under his breath.

And then class was over with.

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Word count-789 words
Question- Who is your senpai.

Brendon Urie. I usually say Tyler Joesph but I'm still upset about the Hiatus.