Romance//Phan

[4]

Phil woke up, and put on his clothes. A blue button down, a pair of black skinny jeans, and some blue vans. He walked down stairs, and said bye to his dad. He walked out to the bus stop where Zoë, Caspar, Joe, and Troye were waiting. He winked at Troye, who blushed madly at this action.

"Hey guys." Phil said. They all muttered their sleepy greetings. Phil on the other hand was eager to get to school. He was eager to see who was writing these letters. He knew he probably wouldn't find out that day, but hey, who cared?

When he got on the bus he turned on some music and laid his head on the window. He watched everything fly by, trying to ignore motion sickness.

When he got to school, he once again rushed off the bus after waiting for Caspar to slowly move off the seat.

When he got to his locker, the figure was gone. He opened his locker to see the newest letter to go with his collection of 2.

Dear Phil,
I am writing this in a terrible state. Sorry if I sound angry. I hope you know that I actually do follow you home from school, but that's because your route is a piece of my route. I turn off on another street before you even stop to walk Zoë to her door. Do you do that because Joe isn't walking with you guys? I know you don't like her. That's obviously not the reason. Remember, I sit in the back two rows of Mr.Johnson's class. Find me, or don't.
—Red

"What? I do like Zoë. Zoë's one of my best friends!" He muttered. Then he realized. Zoë was one of his best friends. He didn't like Zoë, in a friendly way though.

He slid the letter in his book bag where he kept the other ones and went to Mr.Johnson's class. The strange boy, who only wore black, was wearing white, a rather bright change.

Class went by, and by the middle of it, Phil was called on, again.

"Mr.Lester, if you wouldn't mind, would you please run this to Mrs.Lancaster? It's her textbook I borrowed." Mr. Johnson asked, not looking up.

"Okay." Phil replied, grabbing the text book and walking down the hall to the other Math Teachers class.

"Mrs.Lancaster...uh, Mr.Johnson told me to bring this to you." Phil said, handing the brunette lady her book.

"Thank you love, feel free to come by anytime!" She said chirpily, and he left her room.

When he came back to his classroom, he sat back down. He would start with PJ, the schools certified genius.

*le classes end*

So, at the end of the day, Phil walked up to PJ. He had his head down, reading a book.

"Hey...PJ." Phil said to PJ. PJ looked up, his hair almost falling in his face.

"Phil, what do you want? Not trying to be rude, Lester, but I'm in the middle of anatomy." All Phil could do was look at PJ.

"Anatomy, that's...that's something cool! But uh, have you been writing me letters?" He asked, knowing the answer.

PJ looked up with disgust. "I have a boyfriend Lester, sorry to burst your bubble. There he is now, actually, nice talking to you!" He walked up to Chris, another one of those kids in the back. It obviously wasn't him either.

He created a list of the kids in the back two rows.

1)PJ, No
2)Chris,No
3)Hannah, ?
4)Louise, ?
5)Frank,?
6)Brendon,?
7)Joey,?
8)Gerard, ?
9)Patrick,?
10)Howell,?

Phil didn't know what so say about the last one. He was strange, but he was mysterious. He only ever wore black and he didn't talk.

Phil remembered the first time he saw Howell. He was sitting in Mr.Johnson's class, and the boy walked in, silently. Mr. Johnson asked him if he wanted to be introduced, and he shook his head. He came and sat down in one of the last rows. He was wearing all black. He was gorgeous. But Phil felt he should leave him alone.

Hell, I don't even know his first name.

Phil realized that was all he knew about him. Why did he pop up in the middle of Sophomore year? Phil didn't know, the kid didn't talk at all.

Phil looked at the list.

2 down, 8 to go.
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I'll be back next week! Love you my Cheetos!

Byeee.

Question: Favorite song Of Death Of. A Bachelor?

Golden Days or House of Memories