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  Dan and Phil are boyfriend in a very homophobic High School. Before they were boyfriends though, before they even met is where this story begins.


    Dan got up one morning to the sound of his annoying ass alarm clock, just like every other morning. He got out of bed, raced to the bathroom to straighten his light brown hobbit hair, and brush his teeth. After he was done with that he ran back in to his bedroom to change out of baby blue crop top, and pastel pink booty shorts he wore to bed. Dan went over to his closet and picked out a pink long sleeve crop top with the word "daddy" written across the front in pale green lettering , as well as a white mini skirt, cloud white knee high socks and, a pair of pink pumps. To pull the whole outfit together he garbed his favorite flower crown; This flower crown had pink and white flowers and a few leaves poking out from underneath the fake flowers. He dashed down his carpeted steps to find his mother cooking breakfast for his father. "Morning mom, dad" Dan said his fathers name is a sour tone before he grabbed an apple and a granola bar, then left to reach the bus on time. On the way to the bus he played his music from his pink headphones attached to his phone covered in sparkles and pastel colors.

    Phil's morning was a little bit different, Phil was awoken by his dog Talullah licking his face; She was a tan and white pit bull that would lick you to death, she was harmless. He slowly walked to his bathroom to brush his teeth, and put his contacts in, not to mention his multitude of piercings. Phil then walked back to his room and started digging through boxes labeled "Phil's room". When he finally found a black "Muse" t-shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans he throw them on as well as a belt, chain wallet ,and his keys. Phil slid down the railing of the new house his Mom bought after Phil had been expelled from his old school.Once he reached the bottom of the stairs Phil pacengly walked over to the large red front door. In front of that door were his black combat boot that he throw on as well as his leather jacket. Phil then walked out the front door just in time to see a beautiful pastel boy, not matching the harsh grey and drowsy outside world at all, walking to the bus stop.

    Phil caught up to the boy with his music in and head down watching his feet moving to the beat of the song he was listening to, in other words he was in his own little world not paying attention to were he was going. Phil noticed a large puddle in the unsuspecting boy's path. Phil took action. He picked up Dan and carefully placed him to the side of the puddle, but not with out Dan taking notice and freaking out a bit. Dan turned to face the culprit finding a tall scary looking boy with eyes like the ocean and hair like the sky at midnight with no stars in it. Dan stared at Phil with his mouth open, thinking to himself how can one person be so beautiful?

   "Close your mouth sweetheart, your gonna catch flies" Phil pushed up lightly on the smaller boys jaw to close it, not with out a smirk painted across his face.

   "I-I t-thank you" Dan stuttered out, the words getting stuck in his throat looking at him so Dan decided look at his feet would be easier then looking a the masterpiece before him.

   "Your very welcome darling" Phil stared walking to the bus stop again Dan trailing only a second behind him staring at his bright pink shoes contrasting with the dark grey ash-fault of the sidewalk beneath him, putting away his pastel phone no longer listening to music ,but instead the clinking of his heals taping the ground.

   The bus stop was only a minute from their encounter at the puddle, when they met up again the bright yellow school bus showed up to take the two boys to a place that could have been mistake for hell at first look. Phil got into the bus first with Dan following behind him, the boys walked slowly up the grimy black steps just to reach and equally as grimy maybe even a little more disgusting aisle with trash all over the place. Phil booked it to an empty seat in the back of the bus. Meanwhile Dan was looking frantically for a place to sit so he didn't have to sit next to Phil and make a fool out of himself. But alas every seat was either taken or the person would say it was saved for someone else, so Dan was forced to walk to the back of the bus and sit with the taller boy he still didn't know the name of.

"So whats you name sweetie?" Dan was staring off into space again so when Phil started to speak it startled Dan and he jumped with a small squeak.

"W-what?" Dan hadn't heard what Phil had said and he was starting to panic (at the disco lmao). 

"Your name sweetheart" 

"What a-about it?"

"What is it?" Phil was starting to chuckle at how weird this gorgeous pastel boy was being.

"Oh, um well i-it's D-dan"

"Dan huh?" Dad nodded his head cautiously expecting the worse from the the punk looking kid next to him, but what Dan was not expecting was what Phil said, "I think thats a lovley name, it really suits you" Phil smiled wide, stretching his lip piercing up slightly and showing off his pearl white smile. "The names Phil by the way, Its nice to meet you" Phil stuck out his hand to shake Dan's. Just as Dan was sticking out his hand to reach Phil's much larger one, the bus made a sudden stop and Dan slid forward into the light grey scribble patterned seat. A few Middle School Kids hoped onto the bus and sat down quickly. 

The bus began to move again and Dan sat back as to take his face off the greasy seat in front of him. " Are you alright" Phil said between laughs.

"Yeah im fine" Dan hid his blushing face behind his long curly chocolaty brown hair. In the distance you could see the red brick built prison. The only true differences between that school and an actual prison was the people within the school would leave at the end of the day and in the prison the food was a whole lot better. 

When bus reached the School  the high school kids exited the yellow tube with wheels, Dan and Phil an unlikely pair being the last ones off.


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