Romance//Phan

[6]

Phil woke up, and devised a plan. He put on his clothes, ate his breakfast, and walked to school. The way felt longer than it did in the evenings, when he had people around. This morning it was cold, and his nose was running by the time he got to the school. He made it to the school and walked inside. He was early. There were the few theatre and band nerds who were there, but that was about it. 

He stood by his locker for what felt like eternity, but no one showed up. He supposed there was no one coming and he went to class when the bell rang. Then he saw an astonishing sight. Howell was walking with Eva and Frank. He watched as they talked, the brunnette, not speaking much, but his lips moved. This kid never  spoke, but he spoke now. 

What the bloody hell? 

He sat in Mr. Johnson's class, staring into space during the lecture on maths. He didn't really care about what the balding man was saying. He looked back at Howell and Frank, easy to spot due to Frank's bright blue hair and bright tattoos. He looked at how they sat next to one another, not speaking because Howell was paying close attention to the teacher, opposite to what Phil was doing. They met eyes, probably because of Phil's staring, and he quickly averted his eyes. Class droned on.

He picks from his list at random, Brendon is the next pick. He waited for Brendon to finish packing his bags, and then met him outside of the math class. 

Negative. All Phil got was a crazy look and a no. Phil felt embarrased, and then stupid. Why would Brendon, of all people, write him letters?

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

Phil goes through the rest of the day, thinking about nothing and keeping his bubbly attitude and straight C grades. He looked at the posters on the wall, the kids from GYM playing on the feild outside. 

Phil Lester was, and always would be, the average bubbly boy. He didn't look extravagant, he wasn't rich, he had average grades (to his father's dismay), he was simply, average.

And he always would be. 

By the time it was time to go home, he was nearly in  tears. Red was right, there was something bothering him. Whoever the hell Red is. It didn't seem like he would ever find out. He was basically dissed by P.J., Brendon was probably thinking he needed to go to a mental institute, and he himself was finding that he was nothing special. He was horribly depressed by the time Capar and Zoe caught up with him. 

"Hey, Philly!" The blonde girl said chirpily, oblivious.

"Hi, Zoe." He said glumly. She still did't catch on to his tone and went chattering on about what Alfie had said and how it had made her feel.

Caspar, on the other hand, was not so easily fooled by Phil Lester's antics.

He got closer to where Zoe couldn't hear him. 

"What's up with you, bro?" Caspar asks, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Phil shook his head, and when they got to his house, he turned and walked up his driveway without another word.

I am terrible. I wouldn't even tell my best friend how I feel.

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I have realized that FOB, TOP, P!ATD, and MCR are bands in this story, but Beebo, Gee, Patrick, and TyJo and Josh (coming soon) are characters.

Don't worry about it.

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