fem/pastel Dan! jock/grunge Phil!
"What's up, gay boy" Phil says as he sits on the swing next to me, slowly swinging backwards and forwards.
"I-I'm not gay" I manage to spit out as I face the floor, feeling myself blush.
"Yeah right," he says snorting, "and I'm not a boy"
"I'm not gay" I say again, a little louder, this time looking at his beauti- I mean face.
He stops swinging for a moment and looks me dead in the eye, he has beautiful blue eyes, I swear you could see the stars in them. He cups my face and kisses me, softly. I feel his lip piercing brush against my lips, he grabs the back of my head, kissing me harder, and I kiss him harder, back. Then, just as he slides his tongue into my mouth he stops abruptly.
"Did you like that?" He looks at me with his big blue eyes and a smirk spreads across his face.
"I-I.. Yes" I admit, beginning to blush again.
"Then you're gay." He says as he stands up, putting his hands in his pocket.