dans pov
*highschool au*
when i opened my locker, a note scribbled onto the corner of some scrap paper fell out and onto the floor. i was curious as to what it was, since i obviously didn't put it there. i picked it up to see what it said.
"your dimple is just the cutest thing in the entire world x
besides you of course ;)
love,
your secret admirer"
who in their right goddamn mind would give me a love letter? i'm just a boring boy with like zero friends-besides phil. i read it over again just to be sure it wasn't just a hallucination due to my lack of sleep last night.
"what's that you got there?" phil popped next to me and grabbed the note out of my hand. i tried to grab it back but it was no use-he had already read it. he smirked at me after he read it. "a love letter! looks like daniel here has a secret admirer!"
"shh! everyones going to hear you if you talk that loud! and plus its a joke, who in their right mind would like me, also, phil, you seem to have forgotten i'm gay," i said getting a little sad at the end because i realized it wasn't was true-why would any boy at this school like me?
"shut up, anyone would be lucky to have you," phil smiled brightly at his best friend, "i mean hell, who wouldn't want you, dan? you're utterly amazing and you're quite good looking, i'm more surprised guys aren't lining up to be yours!"
"you have to say that though, you're my best friend," i said gloomily, while dropping my head to stare at the ground. i know he isn't lying, but guys certainly would never line up to be all his, that was just too unrealistic to fathom.
"actually i don't have to just say that, dan, i'm just telling the truth," phil spoke softly while staring at me, and then threw an apologetic smile at me, but it still somehow made me feel better about the situation, "i have to get to class now, see you later,"
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the notes kept on coming and coming for a month straight after i originally received the first note. there was one in particular that stood out. this note in particular arrived two weeks after the first. this note told me exactly who was writing them. they signed their name on the bottom, and it seemed unintentional because it he saw only the "phi" in phil and the l was lightly erased-and the notes just kept on coming. you wouldn't believe it, but it was my fucking best friend who was sending the notes. this threw me way off track-i didn't know how i felt for him. was it romantically or in a platonic way?
i was on my way to school. if there is another note today, i am going to confront phil. i'll just pull him aside and let him know that i know it's him. nothing weird, we will just move on and nothing will be awkward, right?
i got to school and headed straight to my locker, hoping to avoid phil, just for a couple minutes so i can see if he wrote me another letter. hopefully nothing will be awkward after this.
as i reached my locker i spotted phil down the hall, so i unlocked my locker faster than i ever had before, to be quite fair, i didn't think i even could open it that fast. i opened it so fast, i almost didn't notice today's note that fell gracefully on the ground. i quickly picked it up and checked to make sure phil hadn't seen me yet:
"i wish you would embrace your curls, they are so adorable, just like you :)
love, secret admirer"
phil seemed to have spotted me, since he was headed straight to me. i am going to confront him, maybe even make it a game and see how long he will denies the fact.
phil gave me a cheerful smile, as he does everyday, and pointed to the letter, and asked if he read it. i found it weird, since he wrote the letter after all. after he finished "reading" the letter he spoke softly, "another letter? wow this guy must really, really like you dan. i mean they sent like 30, so like they've been sending you some for an ENTIRE month dan, i really don't think it's a joke."
"oh, have you been counting?" i sent a sly smirk towards him as i snickered which made his smirk fade and made him blush the slightest bit. "oh also, i've been meaning to talk to you, but i'd rather talk in a more... private area, you know, only if that is ok?" i gave him a small, devilish smile.
after he had said yes, although it took a wee bit of convincing, i pulled him into the nearest empty classroom (school hadn't started yet). he looked at me confusedly, wondering what was so secret that i had to pull him into an empty classroom, instead of just telling him what i had to say by my locker.
"phil i know," i stated bluntly.
you see, you could tell he knew exactly what i was talking about, his face went from confused to nervous in a matter or milliseconds. phil decided to play dumb, as expected, and he said, "you know what, exactly?"
"it's you. you are the one leaving me love notes," as i said it he's cheeks heated up just slightly enough to be visible in the harshly lit room.
"that's funny because it isn't me leaving the notes," he said, shifting ever so slightly.
"yes it is phil, you're the only phil at this school," he forced his face into a confused one, but it didn't last for long, as he was nervous as crap.
"what does that have to do with anything? it wasn't me dan, i swear."
"phil, you signed it! it was obviously you," i spoke louder than i had wanted to.
his face scrunched up, "it was probably someone just signing my name, to make y-you think it was me,"
i then had a brilliant idea, i changed my smile into a smirk, and proceeded to ask: "and why would anyone want to do that?"
"to mess with me or you, idk" phil was almost visibly shaking from the simple thought of dan knowing it was him writing the love letters, and at the thought of him disowning him as a friend.
"oh, phil... you're totally right! whoever was writing those letters, well they would want to mess with me, make me think someone actually liked wanted a shot with me.." i played into phil's game and took a step closer to his friend.
"w-what? that's not true dan," his voice was almost silent.
"well who would write the letters for real phil?" another step closer, he was so nervous, it would have been funny if i hadn't wanted to kiss him so badly then and there.
"i-i i don't know, dan,"
"are you nervous, phil lester?" i stepped a bit closer, i was now so close i could feel his light, shaky breath on my skin.
"n-no-"
i had enough of his lying, so i did the only thing i knew: i cut off his next mendacious statement, and well, i kissed him. i kissed him like we would never kiss again, like tomorrow didn't exist. one of my hands, at some point, ended up tangled in phil's hair, while the other one cupped his face. phil's hands draped around my waist. the kiss felt like it lasted minutes, hours even, but it still wasn't long enough. i craved that feeling in my stomach, it was like butterflies, yes, but it felt more like fireworks cascading through the sky.
we broke apart gasping for air, but still smiling like idiots. we didn't say anything, partly because we were out of breath from how long the kid lasted, but all we did was look at each other smiling, because there was nothing else to say: the kiss had done the talking for us.
nothing changed after that, really. only 2 things: we became an official couple, and well, the love notes kept coming, but they were finally signed.
