ant mcpartlin is dec donnelly's math teacher. he has a thing for his student but dec is incredibly oblivious to it. dec wants to make the most of his senior year.
and it all started with ant moving declan's desk.
on the way to anthony's house, declan decided he would make a quick stop at a small boutique that was just around the corner. he looked around and a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemum flowers. "umm.. excuse me, miss? how much are these? they're just beautiful!"
the young lady turned to him, "they are lovely in deed. those are £40.96" he thought that they were quite expensive, and he was going to be late if he debated whether or not to get them, so he just decided to get them.
"i'll take them!" he paid and thanked the young lady. he was once again on his way to see anthony. all the while he was at the boutique, anthony was trying to make sure his house was presentable enough for declan.
"oi ant, what a messy tyke you are." he shook his head as he spoke to himself. he had cleaned every room in his house, and did all his laundry. he even went out right after school and bought cleaning products and air fresheners. he had scrubbed at the wooden floors and sprayed air freshener in every room.
he was very worn out but he knew declan would be coming over and didn't want to ruin the night with his tiredness. he checked his watch, "declan should be here any minute." he said to himself.
he decided that he would start dinner and hop in the shower real quick to freshen up. it didn't take him long to finish and after he finished, he went to check on dinner while still in his towel. it still needed a couple minutes more and declan was still on his way.
when anthony went up to change, he decided on his grey 'gap' jumper along with black jeans and brown leather ankle boots. he was going to wear his hat as well, but he decided not to since they weren't going out.
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when he finished dressing, it was past 8 and he was worried that declan wasn't going to show. he started thinking to himself, what if he decided not to come? what if he doesn't like me? what if- and that's when the doorbell rang.
he went to open the door and saw declan standing there with flowers i his hands and a shy smile. "i was starting to think that you weren't coming." he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "oh, uh, please, come in."
declan stepped inside and took a look around before his eyes met anthony's. "you have a nice house mr. mcpartlin. uh, these are for you, and you look very nice tonight by the way." he handed anthony the flowers than mentally slapped himself really declan? "you look very nice tonight?? you doofus.
"why thank you declan, these are just lovely. and you look lovely as well. and by the way, you can call me anthony." he winked at declan and went to find a vase for the chrysanthemums. declan followed anthony into the kitchen and the smell of spaghetti caught his attention.
he closed his eyes blissfully and hummed at the sweet smell. "smells nice doesn't it? it should be done if you want to eat now or we can wait. it's up to you." he turned the stove off and moves the pot of pasta for it to cool down a little.
