"What's your favourite colour?" Phil asks curiously, and Dan sighs. His eyes flick to the door, which his classmates are going to come flooding in through any second. The warning bell went about thirty seconds ago and Dan's all too conscious that if they walk in on he and Phil sitting together at the back of the class, they will both have hell to pay.
Not that this was his idea anyway. Phil just invited himself to sit down next to Dan, and really the brunette had no choice but to let him. Besides, he doesn't mind being around Phil all that much, but he hates the fact that he can't look him in the eye without getting stupid butterflies and a fluttering heart.
"Black," Dan replies simply, tapping his fingers along the edge of the desk. He's sat as close to the wall as he can be, and as far away from Phil as possible (which isn't very far considering the fact that Phil seems to keep leaning into him). His eyes are still trained on the door, one ear on the conversation he's meant to be having, and the other focussed on the sounds from outside the classroom.
"Favourite band?" Phil continues, leaning back a little. Dan pulls his eyes away from the door to look at Phil instead.
Music is the one thing that he ever feels comfortable or confident talking about. It's not very often he gets to have a conversation about it, considering the fact that Carrie likes next to nothing that he likes, and she'd much rather talk about other things anyway. Her singing voice is divine, but they both know that there's no way she'll ever be able to make any use of it as an impure, so Dan reckons that she probably avoids the topic so that she doesn't get her hopes up. He can't blame her.
"Muse," he says after a moment of deliberation, chewing the inside of his cheek. Phil's smile widens considerably.
"Same. Matt's like a fucking god. You have good taste. How about favourite food?"
Dan shrugs. "Don't really have one,"
"How can you not have a favourite food? Literally all I do all day at home on the weekends is eat, it's so bad," Phil rambles, and Dan looks away with a shrug.
Dan's phone buzzes, and he pulls it out of his blazer, smiling a little when he sees that it's a text from Carrie. He can feel eyes on him as he unlocks it and reads it, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at her somewhat provocative description of her male drama teacher.
"Who's that?" Phil asks, and Dan yelps when he realises that Phil is actually reading his message from over his shoulder. He quickly pockets the phone and tries to shrug off the question, but Phil's expression is insistent.
"Just a friend," Dan whispers hoarsely. Phil's face falls a little.
"Girlfriend?" He asks quietly. Dan feels his face start to heat up, a blush spreading from his cheeks.
"No! No, she's honestly just a friend. Besides, I'm far from straight, Phil," Dan chuckles, shaking his head a little. He'd assumed that Phil knew (he didn't keep it a secret, there wasn't any point) and he finds it slightly endearing the way his face fell when he thought that Carrie might be his girlfriend.
Phil nods with a shy smile. Dan returns it, but it falls the second he hears the door opening.
"Shit," he curses under his breath.
The door opens fully, and Phil sees why Dan swore. His friends, of course. They're laughing, some of them still with headphones on, and they don't notice the pair of them sat there for a moment. They're both frozen in place, and even though Phil knows that he should walk away and save Dan the trouble that they're going to give him for being near Phil, he doesn't even think to actually do it until it's too late.
