all in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
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phil

i smiled, walking two steps behind the small pastel boy whose eyes followed the cracks along the ground. he must've watched them many times to know the way to his house without looking up. his steps were quiet, almost completely gone as cars passed by.

"this is my home.." he breathed out, stopping in front of a general looking house with roses curling around the white fence. i smiled wider, my eyes finding his face; painted with a smile of relief.

"shall we go in?" i laughed softly, holding my hands out comedically. he let out a small giggle, his cheeks turning pink as he nodded and stepped up to the door and opened it.

he lead me inside, past some quite dull walls of grey however the house was not dark in any way as photos of beautiful scenes littered the wall and small items found places on the shelves and tables.

it was so very dan.

"mum!" he called, glancing at me for a second before his mum came into the room.

hey eyes were piercing ice blue, a trait dan hadn't acquired but her hair fell in lovely chestnut curls on her shoulders. dan definitely looked like her. small wrinkles lined her eyes and her forehead, as if she had smiled for an hour and then cried for days. she was smiling now.

"phil??" dan said in a soft yell, suddenly in front of me.

fuck
i had been staring.

his mum laughed as I shook myself back into reality.

"i'm belle," she smiled, holding her hand out, "nice to meet you, phil."

i shook her warm hand, smiling politely before dan grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs in a rush.

"we're going to study!" he called to belle, nearly tripping over his feet as we climbed the stairs and i was pulled into a pale room.

the walls were a light shade of pink, the rug beneath my feet was white and covering polished wood. his bed was full of blush coloured pillows and a thick duvet, all neatly set as if no one had ever slept in them. there were some pictures on the walls, pretty paintings of delicate flowers and galaxies. my eyes returned to him.

his face was downturned but i could see the rosiness of his cheeks and the way he fiddled with his hands.

"i know it's.." he looked up at me, an ashamed look on his face.

"it's so pretty." i whispered, smiling at him.

"y-you like it?" he breathed out cautiously, slowly taking a step towards me.

i laughed slightly, nodding.

"really pretty." i grinned.
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"what's the answer to number seven?" i looked up from my book, laying on my stomach on his soft bed.

"hmm?" he hummed, sitting crosslegged in front of me as he scribbled down another answer.

"number seven? what'd you get for it?" i asked softly, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered as he finally looked up and he caught sight of the alarm clock on his bedside table.

"uh-m..a." he nodded at me. i circled the letter with my pencil, feeling the bed shift, i could see him laying down through my peripherals. he was on his side, his back facing me as his sweater rode up slightly and a small slip of skin showed beneath it. his skin was pale, not as pale as mine, but pale all the same. i wanted to reach over and place my hands on his body.

"dannnnnn..," i whined, chuckling, "you cant go to sleep, you have to help me!" i exclaimed. he groaned quietly, rolling himself over and pushing his cheek into a pale pillow.

i smiled, copying his actions and pressing my cheek into the pillow beside his smooth face. he giggled quietly, his eyes droopy. his eyes were a nice shade of brown, like deep forests on a damp autumn day. i couldn't look away as i lay there beside him. luckily he didn't look away. it was quiet in the room, as if silence was dark ink that had been poured into the pale room and suddenly all i could see was dan's beautiful eyes and hear his soft breaths.

i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and i let out an internal sigh, pulling it out swiftly and reading the words.

9.59pm

mum
" are you coming home soon? "

"shittt..it's so late daniel." i giggled tiredly, his eyes watching me as he rolled onto his back and a giggle escaped his lips.

"i have to go, we have school tomorrow- ugh fuck i've got a test." i didn't know what i was saying, i felt my words spill out of my mouth but i was so tired and had no reason to not tell him these random things. he pouted up at me, his curls messed up from the pillow and he looked so small. i sighed, standing slowly from the bed and grabbing my items. i shoved the books into my bag, checking my phone again.

10.06pm

"can't you stay the night?" he whispered.

i looked at him, he bit his bottom lip gently.

"is it okay with your mum?" i whispered, slowly placing my bag down.

he nodded, neither of us blinking.

"i don't have any clothes.." i finally looked away before my eyes could wander to his lips.

"you can borrow some of mine.." he breathed out, sitting up.

"then i would love to.." i nodded, watching him open his wooden closet.

lots of pastel colours.

i had fallen into my thoughts by the time he had found clothes for me.

"here you go, the bathrooms in there." he said in a hushed voice, a light blush on his cheekbones as he handed me neatly folded clothes of black and grey then pointing to a door opposite his bed.

i nodded, grabbing my bag as well and walking into the clean white bathroom. i placed the clothes on the sink, unzipping my bag and pulling out my glasses case. i placed the case on the sink. i gently took out my contact lenses and threw them in the small bin besides the sink. i put my black framed glasses on and finally got dressed.

i was surprised he owned anything in my size, for he was so little and i was at least half a head taller than him. i slipped on the black sweater, it ended at my hips which is exactly where the elastic of the grey sweats landed. i pushed my fringe back and put my glasses case back in my bag before exiting the bathroom.

skin, milky skin, covering the sharp bones of his back.
i pressed my teeth into my bottom lip and placed my bag besides my feet, as he slipped the baggy grey long-sleeved shirt over his head. adjusting the sleeves as he turned around and froze.

"oh- he-hey, does it fit okay?" he whispered, stepping closer as he pushed the sleeves up to his elbows and releasing his milky wrists. i nodded.

"good, you-um you can sleep in my bed..i've got a sleeping bag." he pointed to the thin excuse for a sleeping bag. i shook my head.

"no it's your bed, i'll sleep on the ground." i smiled politely, moving to the sleeping bag.

small fingers wrapped around my forearm, his hands preventing me from taking another step as he looked up at me with a shy look on his face and i just looked back into his eyes.

"you're the guest..we can both sleep in it.." he swallowed, his eyes not leaving mine.

i pressed my lips together, nodding.

"if that's okay with you."

and suddenly his cheeks contained more roses than his garden.
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unedited.
hey-yo this is so cliché but it's fine ugh, shall i put the part where they get into bed in the next chapter or just skip to school??