The brown-haired boy adjusted his little flower crown on his head, made from lovely little cherry blossoms. Filled with nervous energy, he lightly pulled on his light blue jumper, as he walked up the staircase to his locker. He carefully turned the dial. He had just moved to Manchester, so it was the first day for him, in the middle of the 11th year for everyone else. Naturally, for having a unique style, being the new kid, and having no friends, he knew he was going to be bullied. But he didn't expect this. He had just put a pokeball magnet on the door of his locker when a voice called to him.

"Chris! Come here, we've got a new kid, and he's a FAIRY." The black haired boy with blue-dyed fringe said, with a smirk; his black snakebites shimmering in the sunlight. The tall-boy, covered in tattoos and piercings stood about the same height as Dan. Dan ignored him, and grabbed a biology textbook out of his locker. The boy knocked the textbook out of his hand, and another boy came into his view. The boy, who Dan considered as Chris, shoved him to the ground.

"Hey! Back off!" Dan growled, as Chris slammed his foot into Dan's side, and kicked him a few more times, each with a snarky comment from Chris and a wheeze and grunt from Dan.

"Could you... leave me... alone?" Dan murmured.

"What was that, dork? Think you could say it louder?" The punk growled and kicked Dan, as the bell rang. Dan stood up after they walked away, picked up the book, slammed his locker shut, and ran to the bathroom, letting the tears run down his face.

-Later-

"Daniel Howell?" The teacher called, but of course there was no answer, because Dan was still shut in a bathroom stall, unable to cry anymore, but shaking in pain, barely able to breathe. He was almost sure that Chris had broken or fractured a rib. About 30 minutes into the period, he was able to stand up, and stare into the mirror. No visible bleeding. That was good, at least. He limped back to his locker, getting the textbook and a notebook. His eyes were puffy and red, and everyone turned there heads as he stepped in the room.

"Mr. Howell?" Dan prayed to any higher source that the teacher wasn't strict or mean. Dan nodded ever so slightly.

"Alright, take your seat please."

Dan sat down. He couldn't believe his luck. The punk boy, sat directly diagonal from Dan. He just hoped Phil didn't do anything to crazy to him. Before he knew it, he was staring into the deep-blue eyes of the punk boy, and the perfect way his snakebites pierced his lips, and- no. Dan was not going to think about that, about a guy, about a bully. Instead, he took out his notebook, drawing little llamas, pokemon, cherry blossoms and roses, and scribbling down Muse lyrics. The bell chimed, snapping Dan out of this thought bubble. He got out of his seat, and began to walk out of the door, when he fell to the ground, being tripped by Snake-bites. He slowly stood up, making sure he was gone, and walked out of the room. The professor didn't say anything through this whole scene.

"Some anti-bully school here..." Dan thought to himself, waking down the stairs to art.

-Later-

Dan stepped into the cafeteria. He didn't want to buy school lunch, and half the lunch hour had left or was outside to play some kind of sport, which wasn't Dan's scene, so he walked outside and sat down by a willow tree and bit into an apple he had brought for home. He got out his notebook and began to draw some more cherry blossoms when, of course, Snake-bites came over.

"What do you want? To beat me up for being pastel and wearing a flower crown?" Dan said, with a note of confidence, which he regretted. He braced for impact, and was shocked when it never came.

"Hey, I'm not gunna beat you up again. I just wanna apologize, for earlier. Why don't we go to a secret place so we can talk?"

"Umm, is this some kind of joke?"

"No, really. Follow me!"

"Yeah, great idea, Dan. Follow your bully to a 'secret place' so he can beat you to a bloody pulp and nobody will ever know? YEAH, LET'S DO THAT!"

Dan followed. He didn't want to, and he was going to be beat up, either way. a few minutes later, they arrived at a small door.

"Umm... a door?"

"Yeah! It used to be a janitors closet, but nobody ever comes here, and I made it nice. I spend my lunch hours here, which is the same as you, I noticed."

"Oh." Dan said, as Phil opened the door. It was a small room, with 2 beanbags on the floor, and piles of notebooks, books and binders scattered on the floor. It was lit by fairy lights, hung on the ceiling. It was nice.

"Hey. Dan, was it?"

"Yeah. Umm..."

"Phil Lester," He said, smiling.

"Umm..." Awkward silence filled the room.

"Well, Dan. Gimme your phone."

"Why?"

"I'm giving you my phone number, duh!" Phil tossed Dan a phone, in a solid black case with a white outline of a dragon, making Phil's tattoo on his neck. A few moments later, they both got their own phones back.

Dan coughed awkwardly.

"I should go."

"Hey, come on, Dan! I just met you, let's have an actual conversation."

"Umm.. okay. I'm Dan. I dress in pastels. I like drawing and video games. And I'm bisexual."

"Me, too! I mean, the video games thing..."

"...Cool." Dan's heart sunk. He couldn't help but wonder if Phil was actually bi or not.

"DAN. Stop!"

Dan jumped at Phil's suddenly loud voice.

"I don't want to hurt you and this isn't a joke. I'm not as terrifying as everyone thinks I am. And I like, you, Daniel, I do."

"Umm... Phil. You beat new kids up for no reason. You kind of are terrifying."

"I'm not proud of that." Phil looked down, with a look of regret on his face.

"Phil?"

"Yeah?"

"If you regret doing it, then why do you continue?"

Silence, until Phil broke it.

"I got to go." Phil said, turning the lights out, leaving it pitch black. Dan turned around, bumping into something. He jumped, putting his fists up, when he realized this something was obviously Phil. Phil wrapped his hands around Dan's wrists, putting their hands together. Dan felt Phil's rough skin on his own soft hands. Phil leaned forward towards Dan, but Dan didn't know that. All of a sudden, Phil realized what he was doing, dropped Dan's hands, and stepped out, shutting the door behind him. Dan stood, silently. What exactly had just happened? Did Phil try to kiss him? If that would have happened, Dan would not have opposed...