#phan!highschool

[midnightphanfics]

awkward

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based on the prompt:

"you know she has a crush on your right?"

"man i hope so or else this is gonna get really awkward"

"she fucking told my boyfriend i liked him"

(dan's pov)

i never understood why jessica was always so "out to get me". always there when something embarrassing happened, and ready to tell everyone and anyone at the given. phil never believed me that she hated me, always telling me that i'm "letting her get to my head".

the first time it happened was at the beginning of the year:

we were outside at lunch, well, louise, zoe and i were. phil had to take a test and alfie and matt were talking to their coach.

"louise! zoe! look at my new shoes!".

i had just gotten white, converse, after months of having dirty brown ones, ruined by multiple gym classes. i was certain to make sure i never wore my new ones in gym, in fear of ruining them too.

"finally dan, it's been what? six months since you started complaining?", louise said as we took our seat on the bench.

"yeah, i'm surprised you didn't ask phil buy you new ones months ago", zoe said laughing.

"hey! you both knew i wanted to earn these myself!".

"you could've gotten them months ago if you didn't go and buy new clothes each time you got paid". zoe rolled her eyes as she took another bite of her apple.

"okay, but tell me my outfit isn't on point today", i said standing up and twirling, only to see her standing behind me.

"new shoes danny?", she said glancing down.

"i, no, just the same old shoes".

"they're pretty, nice and clean".

she twisted the tip of her shoe in the mud and dirt, before kicking it onto my shoes, covering it in dirt and grime.

"bye danny!", she waved her hand, twirled on her heel, and walked away.

"i'm gonna kill her", i muttered, squatting down and trying to get it off, much to no use.

and it's been like that, constantly ruining my day, since that moment. and phil had never seen it. until now:

phil and i were talking at his locker after the last bell had hung on friday.

"movies tonight?", i asked, playing with the decal on the sleeve of his jacket.

"can we do movies at your house? i'm tired and i don't wanna fall asleep at a theatre".

"like last time?", i said laughing.

"i told you i was tired!".

"well, you still let-".

"oh hey danny". i took a deep breath, spinning around to face the one person i wished didn't call me that.

"hey jessica".

"hey phil!", she said in her sweet little voice.

"hi?".

"well, i just wanted to say hello, and oh phil? you know he has a huge crush on you right?", she smirked at me before laughing and starting to turn away. i just covered my face with my hand.

"well gee, i hope so or else this is gonna get real awkward", he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

"but i-!-you-!", she groaned before stomping and turning away.

"now do you believe me?", i groaned, wrapping my arms around him.

"yeah, she's a real bitch, let's go watch movies before i kill her".

[phantasyxo-blog]

BINARY OPPOSITES

Summary: This is a chaptered fic.

Previous Chapter here: 

http://phantasyxo.tumblr.com/post/109319036022/binary-opposites-a-phanfiction

Definition of binary opposition- In critical theory, a binary opposition (also binary system) is a pair of related terms or concepts that are opposite in meaning. EG: Good vs Bad.

Dan vs Phil.

Dan - the good boy of the school, keeps to himself at the best of the times, obsessed with the idea of love.

Phil- the bad boy of the school, the cause of all the fights, incapable of displaying emotion.

So what exactly happens, when good mixes with bad? And opposites attract?

FOR THIS CHAPTER. Genre- AU. Word count- 687   AUTHORS NOTE: short but effective, Phil's POV this time. 

CHAPTER 2- DAN HOWELL.

Weak.

Even on first look, you could tell that he was not the person to be getting into fights, much unlike myself. He was innocent, weak, vulnerable, good. Everything I hated, yet as he parted from me, all I could think about was seeing him again. I was beyond mad at myself for thinking like this, I didn’t know the boy, he wasn’t someone I wanted to mix with. So I laughed the thoughts off, like you would.

When I finally arrived to class, late, everyone was staring. The teacher gave me lecture and complained how if it was my first day, I should be setting a good example. I found it hard not to talk back, I shot a dirty look at all the people staring at me and brushed a hand through my hair, violently. I slumped over to the back table where there was an empty seat and threw my bag down, causing a slam on the table and for the teacher to set me a look.

Halfway through the lesson, some kid with light brown hair leant over to me.

“You’re the guy, the guy involved in the fight, on the bus.”

I twisted my head towards him. “And what’s that got to do with you?”

“Nothing, I just-“ He paused and looked at my facial expression. My eyes were open wide, glaring at him, urging for him to go on, make some comment, ask why I did it. “Nothing.” He finishes, blushing and turning back to his work.

“Phil?” I lifted my head slightly to look at the teacher who was now stood in front of my desk. 5 minutes till the end of the lesson. “Question 3?”

I look down at my paper, I haven’t answered anything. I look at question 3 and in a second I’ve answered. “28.”

The teacher see’s my paper, then looks at me, the confusion on her face makes me smile. “Surprised that you got that, seeing you haven’t done any work, let’s see if you can answer 21 just as fast.”

It’s the same scenario and she looks mortified and everyone in the class laughs. The bell rings and I storm out, pushing past everyone.

When I see him, he’s leant on a locker, laughing with some guy. I don’t like the guy he’s talking to. Why don’t I like the guy? I run a hand through my hair, again and walk over to Dan. His face when he see’s me reminds me of the teachers a few moments ago. The guy standing with him looks uneasy and he smiles at Dan and makes a swift exit. Dan looks at him like a lost puppy.

“What are you doing?” He says, trying to act tough, but I can feel the tension in his tone.

“Saving you.”

“From what?” He looks like he’s about to burst out laughing and I hate him.

“Just get lunch with me.”

“No. I don’t know you, why would I want to do that?”

I remember earlier, his face when I stood directly in front of him, only a slight space between us. I do it again and the blush returns and he’s biting his lip. People are passing and staring at us, but I don’t care. I don’t care about any of them.

“What- What..” Dan stutters, unable to finish his sentence and I smirk.

And then I forget that I don’t know him and I forget that this guy is good and pure and everything I hate and I kiss him and he pulls back abruptly, because theres someone screaming that word that horrible word and the guy smashes into the pole when I shove him.

And I can hear Dan telling me to leave it, pulling me back. But I push him out the way as well and walk quickly away.

I hate myself.