Is my shirt too bright?

Chapter 1

Dans POV

My eyes shot open to the sound of my alarm clock. I was definitely not ready for that. "You scared the shit out of me." I mumbled to my phone as I forcefully turned the alarm off. I fell back on to my bed. I contemplated whether I should get up or just be late and deal with it because who needs school? I groaned as I flipped over and shoved my face into my pillow. Monday's are the worst. I can't do this. I give up. I'll just drop out of school. How much money do prostitutes make?

"Dan get up its time for school!" My mum yelled as she knocked on my door. "Yeah yeah." I said more to myself than her. I reluctantly got up and looked through my dresser to find a shirt. I slipped on my favorite jumper which was light blue and put on my black skinny jeans. I thought about putting on my flower crown because right now I look cute af and light purple flowers on my head would just make everything better so I brung it into the bathroom with me and waited for my straighteners to heat up.

Once I was done doing my hair and brushing my teeth I slipped out the door saying a quick "I love you." to my mom. I never bother with eating breakfast because it's too time consuming and I'm never hungry in the morning. I wanted to ride my penny board to school but my flower crown might fall off so I decided not to and started walking. The high school was just down the street from my house so I usually walked since it didn't take that long and, let's face it, I need the exercise.

I approached the building taking note to the 'punks' out side, most of them smoking, except a few. One was Phil Lester and another Pj Ligouri. Both of them are actually pretty nice. Not that I've ever talked to them I just take a lot of mental notes. Like this one boy, Joey, that everyone thinks is really stupid cause he has to take a special education class, well I accidentally over heard him and his friends conversation once and apparently his mom is an alcoholic and his dad left, and on top of that he has really bad depression and a learning disability which I later learned is dislyxia.

Hey it's not my fault that I over heard this. They shouldn't have been talking about it in a janitors closet when someone could easily accidentally stand next to the door and accidentally hear you. But anyway that boy is just misunderstood. He's actually one of my only two friends which sounds sad but I'm actually really happy. "Joey!" I yelled and he turned around. "Hey girl. Oh my god I love that flower crown it goes so perfect with everything that you're wearing. Why are you so attractive? Why aren't you my boyfriend? Where's Chris? Have you seen Shane?" Joey said/asked. "Did you take your medicine this morning joe?" I asked chuckling. "Shit. I didn't. Stupid ADHD."

I laughed at him. "It's fine, we all love Joey without his medicine."
"Yeah you and Chris do but Shane already thinks I'm a freak so if I do talk to him today then I'm gonna be rambling on about stupid stuff and he's never gonna love me."
"It's weird that you don't have a crush on a British boy in this school." I said. "Why?" He asked.
"Because you know Americans think British boys are hot and then you get the chance to move to London and you have a crush on the only other American in this entire school." I explained as I opened my locker.
"He's just so cute."
"True."
"OI! WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING MATE. JESUS FUCK LEARN HOW TO WALK." and there's Chris.

"Hey Chris." I said chuckling. "Chris!" Joey exclaimed hugging him. "Ok ok get off get off." Chris said but he couldn't hold back his small smile. "Ok guys I'm gonna head to class." I told them as I shut my locker. "Okay, you wanna eat lunch out side today? Like by those tree?" Joey asked. "Oh those trees? Those trees on that patch of grass? Yeah totally." I said mocking him causing Chris to laugh. "Shut up. The oak tree on the side of the school."
"Yes that sounds good. See ya then." I said.

I made my way to my English class and rounded a corner a bit to quickly crashing into someone. "Oops! Oh god sorry! You ok?" I asked the curly haired boy. Pj Ligouri. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said rolling his eyes and scoffing while walking away. Now that surprised me. I thought he was a nice person. Guess not. But that's not his fault. He has his reasons. And that's fine. I mean I kind of find it weird that he wears black eye liner but then again I wear flower crowns and bright sweaters and stuff which is pretty weird for a not gay guy. Well half not gay guy. Bisexual guy.

But hey even though he was rude I give him nine cute boys out of ten. I would have been a ten out of ten but he was rude. To bad really. He seemed like good boyfriend material.

I entered my classroom and pulled out my phone playing a bunch of different iPhone games before the bell rang. Luckily all we were doing today was reading. I love reading more than anything. Well maybe not pizza or the internet, but you understand. I was really into my book until I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and tried to casually look around the room as if I were bored but no I'm searching for a creeper that- is extremely cute.

He quickly looked down and started reading again. Since when was Phil in this class? And when did he get so... attractive. LIKE WHAT THE HELL. I JUST SAW YOU THIS MORNING AND YOU WERENT.. Well you weren't bad looking... BUT YOU DUDNT LOOK AS GOOD AS YOU DO NOW. THIS ISNT ALOUD. LEAVE.

Sorry got a bit carried away, but seriously he looked adorable. Which is weird because he looks hardcore yet like a teddy bear at the same time. Is that possible? Well obviously it is because... look at him. That black
t-shirt looks really good on him. And those skinny jeans... almost identical to mine but his look a lot better on him. Maybe it was because they matched his dark, black hair.

This time the not so colorful boy caught me looking at him and we both blushed and looked down at our books again.

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Sorry that was a bit short. I'm planing on making longer chapters in the future but this is the first non one shot I've wrote in a while. Give me a brake, jeez Sarah. Sorry I'm turning into Phil. Ok I hope you enjoyed that. Thanks to like the 7 of you that are reading this lolzor. Sorry, I should go. bye.
Caity😋
P.s. I'm listening to panic! At the disco and it's making me really happy.