Dear Diary,
                     Maybe today I will be brave enough to talk to Phil...

Third person POV

Dan got of the buss, putting his diary back into his backpack. His curly hair blowing out of place due to the light wind.

His pink sweater was rolled up at the sleeves so you could see the pale skin underneath. His pastel blue jeans, ripped of course, hung loosely around his hips. Occasionally, he had to pull them up, even though he had a belt that worked, his weird shaped but made his jeans slide down.

He strode down the street to the school at the other end. Stopping once to pull some gum out and begun to chew it.

Slowly, he walked down the packed halls, edging towards his locker, hoping not to see Phil, or his gang. Sure Dan had a massive crush on the boy, he hadn't actually had a conversation with the blue eyed punk.

Although his gang beat him up, Dan noticed that Phil rarely joined in. Phil had a bad boy reputation and he wouldn't drop it for some brown haired pastel boy.

'Would he..?' Dan thought.

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Dan didn't have many classes with Phil so he would resort to staring at the boy until he noticed.

However, a few times when Dan was doing work, he would catch Phil looking at him. Whenever this happened and Dan looked up, Phil would quickly avert his eyes and a blush was always evident.

One lesson of which the boys shared was art. They sat on the opposite sides of class. Phil with his friends, and Dan isolated. 

He was an outcast, the open gay pastel boy. He was beat up on a regular basis. Dan didn't mind being alone, it gave him time to think. But he hated to be lonely.

"Okay so we are going to do a project. You will be working in set pairs." The teacher said, ripping dan from his thoughts.

Set pairs. Dan hated those. He was a very open and friendly person, but he was very socially awkward. Even though he was so tall and lanky, his posture often made people tower over him.

(A/N - the only youtubers I watch are Dan and Phil so like everyone is gonna be from an emo band okay.)

"Gerard and Frank" the teacher said.

They both cheered and Frank ran over to high five his friend.

"Mikey and Ray."

Both friends with each other. 

The rest of the class was paired off leaving just Dan and when he believed to be his nightmare.

He was stuck with Phil. As soon as the teacher had pronounced the letters to form 'Dan and Phil', Dan had frozen for a solid minute.

He didn't realise that by the time he had snapped out of it, Phil was right next to him, and blushing.

"H...hey..." Dan managed to stutter out when he realised his company.

To save himself embarrassment, he brought his water bottle to his, lips. This way he wouldn't have to talk.

I'm Phil... your Dan right." He asked.

Dan nodded, flashing a weak smile before the teacher pulled our attentions back to her.

"Your job is to find something that has to be something meaningful to the other person and draw it." She said. "You will have to talk to each other and maybe hang around each other."

When she had finished talking, Phil turned towards Dan again. His beautiful eyes, his pale skin, made Dan think he could sparkle in the sun.

He smiled over at the shorted boy before Phil spoke up.

"So... I guess we are working together. Wanna hang out at lunch?" He asked.

Casually Dan nearly died on the inside. His face held a slight tint of red as he answered the question with a timid 'sure'.

They spoke for a while. Well mostly Phil did. Dan noticed that for a punk guy with a big bad boy reputation, he never swore once.

Yet the pastel boy swore so much he was told off by the teacher, causing Phil to laugh at Dans blush.

Dear Diary,
                    Today, I spoke to Phil.  Well he mostly spoke. I had a few sentences every now and again. He was so nice. I'm writing in Spanish class now and he asked me to join him for lunch. Why did I agree? Was it all just so that he could beat me up again...?

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