this takes place in highschool, just pretend it is 2014/15 d&p
Your P.O.V
"Hey, Y/n!" A voice calls in the cafeteria. I turn on my heels, seeing my friend y/f/n. I smile and walk over to him. He is sat at a the face painting table that leadership is holding.
"What's up?" I ask, leaning my hands on the table.
"Want your face painted? I can do it for free." He smirks at me. I thought about it for a moment.
"Eh, sure. Just do whatever you want." I shrug, sitting down.
"Okay, so you wouldn't mind if I write Da-" I quickly reach over and cover his mouth.
"Anything but that." My face turns a deep red.
"Okay, okay. Just sit still." I do as I'm told and lean on my hand, resting my eyes.
***
"Viola!" He pats my shoulder, signaling that he is done.
"What is it?" I ask, scrunching up my face at the uncomfortable feeling of the paint drying.
"Oh, ya know. Just a moustache." He cracks up laughing.
"Y/f/n! You know he is in my last class." I shriek loudly, getting glances from others around us.
"I know. That's the point." The bell rings.
"I hate you so much." I whine.
"Text me what happens." He winks, leaving. I flip him off and we go our separate ways.
***
"Fuck." I groan to myself as I see Dan already in his seat. I was in the very back row and he sat in front of me. A low sign escapes as I sit down next to Phil, his best friend.
"Hey, Y/n-" Phil began but started laugh when he saw my painted on moustache.
"Shut up, he'll hea-" I whisper harshly but Dan interrupts me by turning around.
"What's so funny?" He asks. I quickly cover the lower half of my face.
"Huh? Oh nothing." I glance at Phil nervously. He pulls my hand away from my face and Dan laughs.
"It's all Y/f/n's fault." I laugh quietly with them. Dan held his hand up for a high five and I gave him one.
"Dan, Y/n, Phil." The teacher calls our names, writing something down on her clipboard.
"What?" I ask.
"Stop talking!" She snaps at us.I giggle and start my work.
Throughout the rest of the class, Dan and Phil kept making fun of me.
***
"Ugh, I'm going to kill Y/f/n." I mumble as I walk beside Dan.
"How come?" He chuckles, looking at me.
"For this, he knew it would embarrass me in front of you-shit." It came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
"In front of me?" He stops, "now why would you be embarrassed in front of me?" A smirk plays on his lips.
"He told you didn't he?" I sigh, looking down.
"It's okay. I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl with a moustache." Dan whispers, his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. They flickered down to my lips and back. He leaned down, connecting our lips softly.
My heart sped up and my stomach twisted as one of my arms went around his neck and my other hand rested on his cheek. His arms snake around my waist and he pulls me closer so our bodies meet. His lips are so soft and feel amazing against mine. My stomach does a flip and I smile into the kiss.
We both pull away, resting our foreheads together.
"How was that?" I ask, my gaze meeting his. He smiles and shrugs.
"Not what I expected. I might need another try to finalize my choice." I chuckle at this and lean in again.
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