DAN

I feel Phil's eyes on me as I cross through the quad. There was something about the gaze. Usually I hated people staring at me, but when Phil looked at me I felt confident.

I knew I was getting in to deep. I usually didn't do feelings. Yea, I've had relationships before but being fully committed to someone was something I just didn't do. I always had things to focus on like theater, and my future.

For some reason, Phil didn't seem like someone who did casual feelings. He seemed to have strong morals and everything. Which made everything harder. I couldn't just play with him because it made me feel good could I? No. I am not going to hurt him.

I push my way through the masses of bodies dancing and flirting. I have given up saying "excuse me" and trying to get them to move. It just made people annoyed and I don't want to make the drunk people angry.

When I finally make my way, Phil is awkwardly standing by the door of our dorm hall. He instantly looks relieved as his eyes fall on me, which makes me smile. The boy was nice, too nice to have a body like that. It was generally unfair. If he was an Asshole I wouldn't think twice about it.

He smiles and runs his hand through his hair as we silently make our way through the heavy doors. The heat of the building stung against my cheeks, which were cold from the night air. I turned too look at Phil but noticed that his entire face was red from the cold and burst out laughing. "What?" His blue eyes widened in panic as I giggled uncontrollably.

"Dude, how pale are you? Your face is just... so red right now. Oh my god you're white." My teasing made the older boy roll his eyes and pout "Shut up"

"I mean, are you that cold? I could warm you up." I raised an eyebrow and walked up the stairs without another word, leaving a blushing Phil staring after me. Maybe I could flirt with him if I don't let him respond? He will just think it is me teasing.

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard the padding of feet on the wood. Smirking, I look over to see a wide-eyed Phil with slightly pink cheeks walking beside me, staring off into space.

God he was so fucking attractive.

I lead him down the hall, to my door and smiled as I reached for my keys. He looked genuinely comfortable to be hanging out with me, which was nice seeing I am literally the most socially awkward human alive. After a few minutes of strangling my doorknob the thing swung open, and I stepped aside, letting Phil in.

He smiled politely and sat down on my bed, obvious that it was my side of the room due to the black aesthetic and a series of musical posters on the walls. I plopped down next to him, laying back and resting my crossed legs over his thighs. "So, what is up Philip?"

I knew I was being cheeky, but at this point i really didn't care. I needed to see the wide eyed blushing again. I stretch my legs out and squirm closer and grin at him. The pale boy looks at me and a gentle pink slowly heats up his cheeks "Umm-I ummm I am good Dan." He looks away and tilt my head to the side.

He was so cute

"So what do you college boys do to entertain yourselves?" I raise an eyebrow and he just chuckles softly, shrugging at me. I nod and swing my legs off of him, bouncing up and moving to my desk and pick up my Laptop. I place it in Phil's arms and bend down, pulling out a crate from under my bed that holds my DVD collection. It was completely obvious that i was going to make this boy watch a musical with me, that was a true test of worthiness.

"Okay Philly. We have Chicago, which is pretty girls murdering people. Phantom, or French people fighting a creepy ass ghost. We have Rent, Gay Artists dying and having domestic arguments. And then the Queen herself, Les Miserables. Pick." I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he giggles at me softly

"You are a theater nerd?" I smirk and laugh evilly at him "Is it that obvious? You will be corrupted my son." I jump on my bed and fall next to him, and he laughs softly, covering his mouth with his hands. I raise an eyebrow and grab Les Miserables from the box "You took too long, were watching pretty French boys."

Phil just shook his head and moved to lay down on his stomach, placing the laptop at the end of my bed. He awkwardly patted the space next to him and I laid next to him, putting the DVD in the slot.

About 45 Minutes later, when Anne Hathaway was on her death bed and Wolverine was promising to adopt her child, I was stuck. Phil was hot. I mean really hot. As he stared at the screen with wide eyes I was just tempted to kiss him. I knew it probably was a bad idea. Yet I wanted it more than anything.

"Dan?" Phil's voice softly called to me, causing me to snap out of my fantasy land. I looked over and he looked at me with innocent eyes "How many People die in this movie, because I don't think I am at the level of our friendship where I can cry."

I raised an eyebrow "Oh Phil. You're, so precious." He simply rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen of my Laptop. I laid my head against his shoulder in mock support but the heat of his body against me felt good. So I let it sit there.

I made it to Master of the House before I cracked. "Phil?" I asked and lifted my head off of him and paused the movie. Sitting up on my side and letting myself face him. He looked over with those eyes again and I snapped.

I gently lean in and move some of his hair out of his face. My eyes looking from his eyes to his lips and back again. I sighed, to give myself the confidence and pressed my lips against his. My free hand cups his face softly, gently rubbing my thumb against his cheek.

He stilled at first, and I thought I made a huge mistake. Then, I heard a soft murmur against my lips. Phil moved one of his arms around me and pulled me closer, and our lips gently moved against each other. Phil's lips parting my own as softly as he could and our tongues hesitantly meeting. My hands ran through his thick dark hair, letting my fingers twirl in the strands. He softly rolled on top of me and I felt my cheeks heat up. Phil's soft murmuring and sighing against my lips was all the encouragement I needed.

I let my leg lift to softly wrap around his body, bringing us closer. I felt my pulse quicken and I moved to gently nip at his pale skin. His hands, which were currently running down my torso seemed to freeze. His lips pulled away from my own and his blue eyes, which looked glossy and dark met mine. His lips were pink and swollen and he gently pushed off of me. He didn't meet my eyes as he stood up and ran his hand through his messy hair.

For some reason he seemed upset, almost angry at me. I was confused, extremely confused. i sat up and adjusted my shirt. Inhaling deeply, trying to slow my breathing "Phil. Are you- did I-" i was at a loss for words. He just shook his head. "Goodnight Dan. It was nice Meeting you."

With that he left my dorm in a hurry. Leaving me confused, Horny,

And Alone

(A/N: I promised you kissing. Here it is. Also Phil just pulled the biggest no homo ever and the I want to scream at him.)

ALSO I HAVE TONS OF READERS NOW. WHICH IS THE BIGGEST SHOCK TO ME EVER

I AM SHOOK

WHY DO YOU GUYS LIKE ME? THIS IS TRASH

I love you all and thank you so much!