Dan Howell
Since all my friends have abandoned me today and I am extremely hungry, I asked Phil to come to lunch with me. I didn't think he would agree, because he is always stuck up PJ's ass. Right now he is calling him, for god knows what reason. Maybe to make sure if he has eaten or not.
How pathetic.
I take a seat beside Emma, because she is the only person in this class that I know sort of and who doesn't hate me.
"Long time, Dan." She smiles at me and I return the gesture, taking out the essay we had to write and keeping it on the desk. It has been good two minutes and Phil still hasn't entered so I look back to check what the hell is taking him so long. I am not surprised to see him fixing PJ's hair.
They are totally a thing. I didn't know PJ was gay? I didn't even know Phil was gay. Yeah at the party last night he didn't object to me kissing him, but I didn't think he was actually gay. I thought maybe he was drunk and didn't really comprehend what was going on. Phil turns around after their PDA and his eyes meet mine, so I look away from him.
"Hey Dan!" PJ pats my shoulder and I smile at him.
"What's up?" I lamely ask as he and Phil take the seats right behind me and Emma. Phil is sorting through some papers now, not really paying attention to our conversation as PJ begins to tell how tired he is and Phil basically forced him to come today.
"What about you? Do you have any plans?" PJ asks me and I look at Phil. He is already looking at me, and after the brief eye contact I answer PJ.
"Well we were going to go for lunch after this." I tell him, and notice Phil's cheeks redden. Why does he keep blushing? Maybe he is just shy, or maybe he is feeling hot. He shouldn't have worn a sweatshirt today.
"We who?"
"Me and Phil." I answer him and PJ looks back and forth between me and Phil with his eyebrows drawn together.
"When did you guys become friends?" He laughs, grabbing a piece of gum from his pocket and popping it in his mouth.
"Last night." I smirk and notice Phil stiffen. I wink at him and his eyes widen before he looks away digging into his bag and pulling out a bottle of water. Why did I do that? I probably shouldn't have done that. God, I am a jerk. I can't deny the fact that Phil looking terrified is extremely funny and I resist the urge to burst into laughter.
I watch as he presses his lips to the bottle and gulps down some, before twisting the cap back and wiping his mouth. His lips look inviting somehow, they're pink and plump. Why the fuck am I looking at his lips? I really need help. I can't think about those things if we're having lunch together, it will be extremely awkward and I don't think I want to add on any more tension in my life.
My house is enough for that.
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GUYS I HAVE TWO HUNDRED READS AND ALMOST A 100 VOTES ON THIS FIC AND IT'S BEEN WHAT? TEN CHAPTERS? YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY AMAZING
