Phan Rp with Phanoftheheart

Phan RP

"Why'd you wipe off my pretty drawings?"

P: ,"you call that pretty? It looked like a three year old drew it" he responded, the bullying happened to him so often that he was done being scared, though he was too weak to fight back. He wondered how the bully had known his name, they never used his first name, just his last.

D: Dan grimaced at Phil's words, knowing how the other boy would react.

"What you say to me? You think you're smart?" The bully was leaning forward, his face right up against the face of the boy with the blue eyes. Dan stepped forward subconsciously, his hand outstretched.

P: ,"smarter than you" he responded, glaring at the other male. This had happened before, he knew how the boy would react, but he didn't care, it was worth it. He felt the boys face move right up against his, seeing Dan out of the corner of his eye

D: "What the fuck-" the boy spat , grabbing Phil's shirt and tugging hard. Dan's hand came down on the bully's shoulder.

"Jimmy leave him alone." He said firmly, glaring at his "friend". There was an "ooo" from the crowd.

P: Phil blinked slowly as he tried to figure out what was happening, glancing between the bully and Dan, wondering why exactly Dan was helping him, he never did before, nor did he help anyone else.

,"what did you say to me? Are you sticking up for this fag?" He spoke as he turned his face to look at Dan, glaring at the taller male

D: "What if I am?" Dan shot back, his eyes burning. He moved closer, taking hold of the bully's arm. "You didn't need to draw on his locker." He said in a low voice, trying to get his so called friend to back down.

P: ,"I did, he needed to learn his place, do you need to learn yours howell ?" He hissed, receiving silence from the crowd that had formed around them. Phil bit his lip as he glanced up at the taller male he had seen /everywhere/

D: Dan started, feeling everyone's eyes on him. Why was he doing this? He didn't even know this guy. "No." He let his hand fall, feeling like a coward. "No I don't."

He glanced over at the boy pushed up against the locker and glanced way, his cheeks burning.

P: Phil glanced to the side, his eyes away from him, "just go, I dont want your help anyways" he murmured to the cowardice popular kid. He was no different

D: The bully pushed phil once more roughly against the lockers. "Watch out fag." He muttered.

Dan swallowed slowly, not meeting anyone's eyes. The crowd of teenagers dispersed and it was just Dan and Phil in the hallway.

P: Phil rolled his eyes in response to the bully, a soft sigh leaving his lips once everyone left, adjusting the bag on his shoulder, turning away from the other male once he could stand properly, "you're a coward, why bother trying with me when you dont with anyone else? You're just like the rest"

D: Dan felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. There was a silence, the slamming of lockers far away echoed to meet them. "You're...phil...right? Trying out the name. He didn't expect him to answer but he wanted to say /something/.

P: Phil looked down, his arms wrapping around himself, "yeah...aren't you too popular to be talking to me?" He whispered even though his words echoed across the hall, keeping his back facing the taller male

D: Dan scoffed, looking around angrily at the hallway. "I...I guess...If you want to think that you can." He walked over to his locker, opening it quickly and looking over at the back of this strange but intriguing boy. "You were really brave, I'm sorry I'm not." He slammed his locker, fixed his hair and started to walk away.