Summary: Dan Howell is popular, gorgeous and could get anyone he wanted in school. Boy or girl. Phil is shy, artistic and keeps to himself, head in the clouds in every moment. Dan spots Phil and is immediately intrigued by him. Relationships are formed.
A/N: you don't have to tell me, I know. This is possibly the most unoriginal piece ever, but I wanted to write and had no prompts so here goes nothing.
Warnings: Swearing
(Dan's pov)
Everyday is the same for me. I roll out of bed, and prepare myself for the long, hard day I have ahead of me. What makes it worse is that I find myself constantly without energy, and surrounded by beings that lack the ability to hold conversations with any meaning. I couldn't tell you how many times I've plugged my headphones just to block out all of the lies and gossip spouted by the other "popular" kids. I honestly don't know how I even found myself in their clique, I share no common interest with them. But all that matters in that group is appearances, and I'm not bad looking myself (or so I've been told). So I was "welcomed" into their group with "warm arms", or as warm as plastic could get, anyway.
Parties are another thing that get you into the popular crowd. I find myself constantly hosting gatherings for hundreds of people I don't know, only in my house for the promise of alcohol and sex. I only allow it to happen because I'm always lonely. My parents are always away, to the extent that I'd say I live alone in this big, empty house. Void of any human interaction, bar wild parties and casual sex. Another reason why the "popular" kids like me, girls are always throwing their bodies at me. Meaning I have a lot more sex than expected for a 16 year old. But hey, I'm only a teenager. Hormones running wild and what not.
But this morning I woke up with hope that "Today might not be that bad" but I couldn't be more wrong. Firstly, who in the world enjoys a day full of history, maths and French? Not to mention the fact that I am hated by all of my teachers, for no apparent reason. So I spend most of my "learning" time with my head in my hands, running songs through my head until the gruelling hour is over. Secondly, I spent my lunchtime with jocks and cheerleaders. The only males in the group talking about fighting or having sex with girls, neither topic interested me, meaning I keep out of their conversations. And then the girls. Oh lord. Constantly arguing over who gets to speak to me, as if one word that left their mouth would interest me so much that I'd ask them to be my girlfriend there and then. To be fair, they all pride themselves on their image, albeit not a bad one, but none the less annoying. They're the clones of society. All blonde, tanned and each one more stupid than the last. Still, not a bad fuck though.
My day was running in the average fashion until I reached German at fourth period. The teacher reciting some verbs or shit that would "improve our language technique". She continued to interrogate the class about why they were not responding to the work, then she stopped at me. Shouting at me for my lack of feedback and "disgraceful attitude towards a beautiful language." I stared at her with dull eyes, letting a string of monotone words leave my mouth about how "I don't give a fuck about learning another language, English is enough for me." Which was then followed by a detention. Fucking great. Not only was I trapped in this shit hole for another 2 hours after school, but I was trapped with Mrs. Seth in FUCKING GERMAN.
(3rd person)
The school bell rang and Dan reluctantly walked back to the language corridor for his detention, waiting outside for the previous class to be dismissed. He slumped against the wall and pushed his shiny brown fringe out of his chocolate eyes. He bit down on his lip as he entered the classroom, taking a seat at the furthest desk and throwing his backpack down by his chair. The minutes ticked on in utter silence. You could almost hear the dust particles falling on the already dusty objects in the dull, aged classroom. That was until Mrs. Seth told him she had to leave for ten minutes and "he was not to go anywhere". He simply nodded, knowing fine well he was not going to oblige to her wishes. Was he fuck staying in this classroom. He waited a few minutes after she had left and collected his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder and escaping down the corridor and out of the school.
He was walking out of the gates when he heard singing in the neighbouring art block. He stopped in his tracks and looked up, trying to spot who was singing so beautifully. To no avail, he turned his feet and walked into the art building, glancing into the classrooms until he spotted him. A boy with milky white skin, contrasting ebony hair and cerulean eyes. Which (thankfully) hadn't spotted him peering around the door frame. The boy had a build about the same size as Dan's, only slightly shorter. He was a truly beautiful being to look at. He almost looked like a piece of art himself, or so Dan thought.
The song ended and so did the mysterious boy's singing. He turned around to walk across the room when he spotted Dan, and immediately shrunk back into himself and blushed deep rouge.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, I just heard singing and wanted to know who it was..." Dan rushed out, his words practically tripping over each other.
"I-I uhm, I-" the boy fell silent, a heavy blush still remaining painted onto his face, clearly still extremely embarrassed by the fact some one had heard him.
"I'm Dan" he smiled, trying to make the boy less nervous, because clearly he was a wreck right now.
"P-Phil" the other boy managed to stutter out.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around, Phil" Dan smiled before turning on his heel and walking straight out of that awkward situation. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful Phil was on the walk home. He knew he was bisexual, but he had never seen a boy quite like Phil. It was all he thought about all night, replaying his singing over and over in his head until he fell asleep that night.
A/N: oh god I'm sorry what did I write, I know this is awful but the next chapter will have Phil's perspective in it and will have actual character relationships built. Fml I can't write ok bye. Should I even write a next chapter or save everyone the hassle?