Uhm, yes, there is amazing fucking fabulous perfect hdjxjsjs fanart up there. Who made it? Internet frend
*clears throat* actually...talented Internet frend.... idk them for a long time, but they just suddenly decided to make it....why? No idea. All ik is that it's amazing thank you
"Yeah, bye Dan" He smiled almost too ironically and once again attempted to escape the boys personal bubble. Dan smirked, accepting the challenge and grabbing his wrist roughly. "You know, it's rude to walk away from an open conversation without properly introducing yourself" he complained, scanning the boy, still gripping the punks hand tightly. Phil growled slowly, turning to face the boy "look kid, I'm not interested" he lied " leave me alone" Phil scowled and ripped Dans hand away. The femboy giggled and skipped off, teasingly swaying his hips "see you later tough guy"
When later?
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"Shit" he breathed out heavily, reculantly taking another sip of the burning fluid. Complicated troubles had burst into his head while he retrieved to his previous position. His tree.
Phil had surrendered to the curiosity plastered in his mind, caused by the little boy that had confronted him and somewhat flirted....not.
The sheer fact that Dan used a simple playfull scentance to get Phil intrigued and force him to come crawling back like a hungry wolf, left Phil speechless. He could've stayed at his house, sucking up his emotions and wasting yet another blissful moment of his sacred life.
But that perspective of the situation was elaborate. It was just a few words. Bate. For Phil. He got lured by the sweet temptation.
The groups were gathered, venting about their lives mindlessly and rearranging their wavy ponytails.
Funnily enough, Phil had been snaking his eyes over the whole field in desperate search of the cheer boy.
But the short curls, he was seeking, seemed to be missing.
After a few more dragged minutes, the punk had chugged the whole bottle and couldn't refer to himself as sober. He spurred himself to get rid of his garbage and collapsed to the ground. The team was complete, the only member temporality missing was Phils target ofcourse.
Dan.
Phil liked the name....he liked the boy.
His stomach rumbled and his legs shakily sprung him up. Despite the fact that he could barely walk, he still tried to
His restrains had failed to hold him back and he stumbled over to the bathrooms, carelessly averting his gaze to the long mirror and contemplating his own ratchet appearance. A smug smirk appeared on his face when he rolled his eyes at the sight before him. Why should he give a fuck about his image.
His fingertips gently trailed the metal lockers as he wandered around in hope to accompany the boy and hopefully seduce him. He looked like a slut, so Phil assumed that his expectations would be fulfilled. Even the fact that he wore a waist high skirt was risky.
Dan was leaning against the sink, his eye lids shut tightly and his nails digging into the white porcelain. His reflection only showed a glimpse of the mess that was he. His cheeks flushed and hair ruffled, eyes clearly puffy and red. Phil froze for a second, resuming the situation Onecote his mind was fully aware of what was occurring. It was a relevation to him. Not that he had bonded with the boy. But his personality was very jovile and ecstatic.
"Hey" He mumbled, instantly regretting his drunkenly cheerful tone.
Dan flinched and bit his lip, wiping the acess wetness off with the hem of his shirt and quickly turning to face Phil
"H-hi" he tried to smile but it concluded with another sob.
"What's wrong?" Phil asked, slightly puzzled.
