The Pastel Poet
As Phil Lester sits outside at a table just out side the school, he watches A boy in a pastel pink
sweater with the collar of his whit shirt poking out of the sweeter with two upside down crosses on it, black pants, pink converses, and a pink flower crown to top it off. e has brown hair and brown eyes. Phil cant help but watch the boy as he wrights down poems in his black note book.
his name is Dan. But Phil calls him Pastel poet. Phil cant help but to be attracted and intrigued by Dan. Phil cant even remember all the times he has taken a beating for his pastel poet with out him knowing. like that one time in the cafeteria.
*Flashback*
as i walk out of the lunch line i look around to make sure my pastel poet is sitting safe at a table with his lunch huddled in the corner writing poems about who knows what. i do this every day for i have a crush on him and this is the time the bullies hit the most.
unfortunately i don't see him in his usual spot.
as i see him walk toward his table with a trae of food i see that one of the main bullies troy is about to trip him.
i hurriedly rush toward the bullie with my plate of food and slam into him.
he turns around angrily. i fake some apologias saying things like sorry and ho hear let me help you.
i can already tell i'm going to get a bad beating after school but it would be worth it for pastel.
*Reality*
as i hear the bell ring i get up and follow my pastel poet to class. careful not to be suspicious even though we have the next class together.
once i see that he is safely in his seat and writing i calm down a bit and relax waiting for the class
to start. nobody really messes with pastel because they already figured out that i'm protecting him. unfortunately troy wont give up and is to stupid to notice what i'm doing.
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