Dan Howell
Phil looked at me from above his caramel frappe. I giggled.
"What?" He smiled and wiped some whipped cream off my chin.
"You had a little something" He slipped his fringe out from his eyes. I looked at his eyes. Blue and green with speckles of yellow. How come I never noticed that before? I wondered. We've been spending a lot of time together lately. He's warmed up a lot. We even greet each other in the halls. It was different than what I was used to. Normally I'd just walk through my school, getting weird looks and having people stare at me, but no one ever spoke to me. Then Phil showed up. He'd call me a contradiction. He'd confirm all the things nobody ever said to my face. He'd ask why I look like a fairy boy, but I carry around a bible. I thought he was being mean. Turns out he was just curious.
"So, why do you wear those clothes, knowing the impression it gives off?" I smiled and shrugged.
"I just like the way they look. What you wear does not determine what you like or how you act. I can wear pink and makeup if I want to. It does not mean anything other than I like pink and makeup. Speaking of, is my eyeliner ok?" He laughed and nodded
"Looks fine to me fairy boy" I raised an eyebrow.
"Is that my new nickname now?" Phil nodded again. I grinned and sat up, getting out of my chair to throw the empty cup away. As I made my way to the door, I looked back at him. "You coming?"
