Does This Make Us Pastel-Punk? {Smut with plot, kinda}

Phil's PoV:

I look around as I pass through the library doors, letting them slam shut behind me as I walk deeper into the big study hall.

I'm looking for him.
That "him" being the young Howell boy, aka: my only real entertainment in this dump of a school.

I let my eyes wander around the room until I spot it, a baby blue leg slipping behind one of the bookshelves. I smirk to myself, knowing it's him as I stride over there with long steps.

I turn the corner to the other side of the shelf and look him up and down, taking this opportunity to look at his outfit, as he hasn't realized I'm there yet.
He's wearing a pair of baby blue skinny jeans, although the fabric doesn't look like real jeans, it's more lose and stretchy. Atop of that he's wearing a big puffy pastel blue sweater, which matches up well with both the pants and the flower crown on his head. So today's theme seems to be blue then. As he turns to face the bookshelf, I can also see the silver ring in his pierced ear.

He picks a book, something about war or history or some shit like that, I don't need to care. I keep the smirk spread over my lips as I step close to him.

"Good morning, Flower Boy." I purr into his ear as I grab a handful of his ass, squeezing it in my hand as he lets out a surprised squeak.

He sends me a glare and I smirk. He quickly puts his hands on my chest, pushing himself away from me, and in the process making me let go of his ass, much to my dismay.

"Morning to you too, Lester." I crinkle my nose at the venom in his voice, but I quickly recover and let my usual smirk slip back onto my lips.

"Miss me? Bet you did, what's up with you today?" I ask as I lean against the book case by our side. He sighs and rolls his eyes, before turning and starting to look through the books again.

"What do you want Lester? I'm busy." He picks up the book from before, having dropped it when I gave him that cheeky ass squeeze earlier.

"Well, I want you, obviously." I chuckle at the confidence I display, although I'm always a bit nervous around him. But I don't think he caught onto the nervous under tones, judging by the cherry red blush he displays after I stop talking.

"Damn it, must you always be this immature with your conversation? I know your grades are lacking Lester, but I thought you'd at least be smart enough to know how to speak to someone." He says, scoffing and throwing me a smirk, just to finish off the job. It works, and it hurts, but at the same time I'm insanely turned on by it.

"You know what? Fuck it, I'll just go for it, fuck all this 'gentleman' shit."

"As if you know the first thing about anything gentleman like Lest--" he speaks with short lived fury, but he is sharply cut off by my lips firmly pressed against his.

I take a step forward, placing my hands on his waist and holding gently, pulling him closer to me. I close my eyes as I move my lips against his in a slow kiss. Since he doesn't pull away or complain, I assume he's furious or in shock, but just as I'm about to pull away, he's the one to shock me.

Because he kisses me back. He wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me impossibly close to him and kissing me back, but he somehow still managing to keep the kiss slow and somewhat sweet, even though in my opinion he plays dirty.

But after a few seconds of the best kissing of my life, Dan seems to remind himself of what he's doing, and he promptly pushes me away.

I bring my hand up to gently swipe my thumb across my bottom lip, catching some left behind drool. I look at him with a cocky smirk spread across my lips.

"Well, I'll see you later then, Howell." I say, never letting the smirk leave my lips.

I take two step backwards and then turn towards the exit of the library, jogging over to it and out into the corridor.

I have to think of my next move, now that I know that he must like me too. Well, at least a little.

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768 words, these chapters will probably be short ones, but I hope you'll like the book anyways.