Collection of Phan Oneshots

Locker Notes

Genre: Super cute&fluffy

Dan walked down the halls of his highschool, a small blue note in his hand. He had just written his first note out of what would be many to his crush, Phil. 'Dear Phil, you look so adorable sitting there in history class doodling in your notebook. I wonder what you're drawing, I bet it looks great, just like you xx, your secret admirer' He read it over once more before pulling out a piece of tape from his pocket and taping it to his bestfriend's locker before heading back to his locker when he saw Phil coming down the hall.

Phil walked down the hall towards his locker, he began putting in his combination when he looked up at saw a small blue piece of paper taped to his locker, he looked at it with confusion and wondered what it could be, he picked it up and quietly read it to himself, he smiled a bit 'secret admirer' ? He thought to himself, trying to think of who it could be, no one in is classes seemed to pay much attention to him so he had no ideas.

Dan's locker was only a few away from Phil's. He put his science books away and picked up his books for his last class, turning to look at Phil and seeing his smiling face, seeing he had read the note he wrote him. He smiled to himself and shut his locker, walking towards Phil since they had their last class together,"Hey Phil." He grinned.

Phil looked up at him and smiled. "Hey Dan." He replied sweetly and folded up the note before slipping it into his pocket, he didn't even think that it could be Dan. Phil smiled at him as they began walking to their last class together.

Dan smiled back softly, beginning to walk down the hall with Phil for their last class. He felt his heart beating in his chest. He wondered if Phil had thought it was him..or if he even thought of that being a possibility? Ofcourse he wouldn't..he didn't even know Dan liked him. Ofcourse he wouldn't. He finally arrived at their last class and sat down in the back of the class with Phil as usual.

Phil walked in and sat down in the desk next to Dan, he put his notebooks down and looked up at the board, the teacher began teaching but it felt almost impossible for him to pay attention, all he could do was think about who the notes could be from, he began dazing out the window as his mind filled with different thoughts.

Dan pulled out his notebook and put up his arm on the border of the page so that Phil couldn't see that he was writing him another note and not taking notes on whatever the teacher was going on about, which he wasn't paying attention to at all 'Dear Phil, the way you're not paying attention in class and just staring out the window proves that you're probably confused and trying to figure out who I am. Don't worry, I'll reveal myself one day x, your secret admirer' He then folded up the note and tucked it inside his pocket. He would hang it up on his locker the next day.

Phil continued looking out the window, not really noticing what the teacher was saying. After a while the bell finally ran and they were dismissed. He stood up and took his things, standing next to Dan and watching everyone as they left the room, trying to decide who it could be.

Dan stood up, walking out of the classroom with Phil and stuffing his things inside of his locker before taking out his backpack, ready to walk home with Phil because everyday after school they would hang out and since they lived so close to the school they walked. Dan decided to bring up Phil's not paying attention in class to see if Phil would tell him about the note,"Hey Phil. You seemed a bit distant today in class. Is something on your mind?" He asked.

Phil picked up his things from his locker and began walking out the the school with Dan "Yeah, someone has been leaving notes on my locker but I have no idea who it could be." He replied to him and shrugged a bit, he still didn't even think that it could he Dan.

Dan bit his lip, trying to hold back the huge grin that was just waiting to emerge onto his face. He really had no clue, did he? "Notes? What kind of notes?" He asked, pretending to not have a clue what he was talking about.