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When Phil Lester walked down the main hall that morning with buttercups interlocked in a crown on his head, nobody knew what to say. He still carried his black binders and gray books in his hand casually at his side, and still had his confident stride as he walked the halls. Except for the practically glowing flowers on the top of his head. They stood out against his pale skin, dark hair and equally dark clothes.
The other student could only stare at the bright and sunny flowers atop his head as they moved aside for him to walk. When a small boy, only a freshman, not knowing the terrors of Phil Lester, had stopped moving right in front of Phil and stared at the flowers on Phil’s head, almost everyone had felt bad for the kid. Phil scowled and grunted out,
“Move freshie.”
The boy had only just realized what he had done and was quick to look away and scurry off to his homeroom. Phil continued his confident steps to a blue locker where soft pastel boy was grabbing his books for his first period. The locker had shut with a soft click and the boy smiled brightly at Phil, almost as bright at the flowers adorning Phil’s black and dyed blue hair.
“Hiya, Philly”, Dan giggled. He was wearing a baby blue off-shoulder sweater with white shorts. Thigh-high socks that were the same baby blue of the sweater covered smooth skin and white converse high tops were on his feet. Phil could only think that he looked positively adorable.
Phil went to go run his fingers through his hair but Dan had stopped him.
“You’re gonna mess up and squish the buttercups”.
Pouting at Phil, Dan reached up into his hair and gently picked up the flowers and fussed with the dark colored strands. He nodded after he was finished with Phil’s hair and readjusted the flowers on his head so that they would sit on his head in the pristine way they had been before.
“I don’t understand why you want me to wear this around school all day,” Phil grumbled to Dan as he had grabbed his hand to walk him to his first class.
“If you don’t want to wear it around, that’s fine, I guess…” Dan trailed off, looking quite dejected and reaching up to pull off the golden blossoms. Phil hastily corrected himself so not to upset his pastel boyfriend.
“I-I mean, if you want me to wear it, I’ll wear it, but only for you.” Dan immediately brightened and a smug look painted his features. Phil groaned internally at how much control Dan had over him.
The two walked off to their first period classes. To say the bystanders were amazed would be an understatement. Seeing Phil Lester, the school’s bad boy and local edge lord, being very sweet to Dan Howell, pastel of the century, was disorenting.
As everyone dispersed to their classrooms one though filled their heads,
Did those wild flowers bring them together (the ones almost as wild as Phil)?