Teen Dan’s written something down on his notes…
*Completely separate from the School AU!*
You wake to the sound of pens scratching feverishly against paper. You open your eyes and begin to register that the teacher is giving a presentation, her voice droning on and on about some person discovering some thing. Then it all comes back. You fell asleep in 6th period. Ugh.
You really shouldn’t have read that 100K+ fanfic into the wee hours of the morning. The teacher starts to say something else, but you feel your eyes start to drift shut again despite the fact that you should really be awake.
"…test on this material is this Thursday, so don’t forget to study at least tomorrow."
Your eyes snap open. Oh no. You fell asleep during an important part of class. Why are your unexpected naps always at the worst times? Your mind suddenly goes into a sluggish sort of hyperdrive as you look around for a solution. Your eyes finally rest on Dan, who’s scribbling furiously away in his tattered notebook, whether for music or for the class, you don’t know.
Oh, Dan. Ever since he started attending school here, you’ve hopelessly fancied him. And ever since the Fates had been good to you and the teacher assigned his seat to be right next to yours, there wasn’t really a day when your heart didn’t pound and your palms sweat whenever Dan leaned just a fraction in your direction. But you also became overly-conscious of anything that you did, that maybe something might accidentally give away how you feel.
But right now, the test seems more important than that.
"Hey, Dan," you whisper, glancing uneasily at the teacher. You really don’t like getting chewed out by her for talking out of term.
Dan looks up from his notebook, pushing his glasses back up his nose to look at you. “What’s up?”
"I fell asleep. Uh, can I borrow your notes?" You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a tick you’ve come to adopt since Dan sat next to you.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I saw. You were really knocked out. Is she-” he nodded toward the teacher “-really that boring?”
"No, no, uh, I just stayed up really late last night." You get your books together. "Anyway, can I borrow your notes?"
"Oh! Yeah, sure," He opens his folder and takes out a paper full of semi-organized bulletin points and messy scrawls.
You smile and take it gratefully, putting the notes in your folder right as the bell rings.
"Hey, give it back tomorrow, okay?" He says, getting out of his chair.
"Yeah, you got it. See you tomorrow."
"See you." He replies.
You sit at the table and take out Dan’s notes to copy. This is the last homework you have to do before you can go to sleep. Well, to go to sleep without being as stressed, anyway.
As you hold your paper alongside his, something catches your eye: a half-erased doodle of a heart on the side of the page.
Why would Dan draw a heart on his paper? You turn to the back of the page in curiosity, and see more half-erased hearts, except that one of them is different from the rest. There’s something… written in it. You look closer.
"Sleepy… head," you read aloud in a murmur, finally deciphering the tiny smeared writing. Sleepyhead? What does that mean?
Does he mean… you?
No, don’t jump to conclusions. It’s probably just the name of a song or something he likes. Yeah. That’s probably it.
You finish copying the notes and put all of your papers in your backpack for tomorrow, trying not to think too hard about the words in the heart.
You sit next to Dan in 6th period again the next day, prepared to interrogate him.
"Hey, you done with my notes?" He whispers once the teacher’s distracted.
"Yeah." You take his notes out and hold it out for him. But before he can take it, you yank it back out of reach. Dan wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.
"Wait." You barely register the words coming out of your mouth."Why did you write ‘sleepyhead’ in one of the hearts here?" You point at the tiny writing.
You’re surprised to see him blush furiously, and he murmurs something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘thought I erased that’, but it was so quiet that you can’t be sure.
"What?" You ask, heart pounding furiously.
"Oh! Um, it’s this cool, erm, TV show that I like. Yeah. But it stopped airing, like, a year ago," he says in a big rush, still blushing.
"Oh. Never heard of it." you say as nonchalantly as you can. Was he lying? "I’ll check it out."
"Well, um, it’s like a foreign show, so, it might not show up anywhere on the internet," he stammers out.
"Sounds fake," you say bluntly with an eyebrow raised.
Dan licks his lips as he gives a sigh, his face still flushed red. He chuckles weakly, casting you a glance. “That wasn’t a very good lie, was it?”
You only smirk in reply, and Dan runs a hand through his wild hair.
"So what is it, some sort of kinky porn video you don’t want me to see or something?" You joke nervously.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “You just looked… nice… when you were sleeping. That’s all.” You could see him staring at the brown desk like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, moving his hands from his neck to his pockets.
Your heart leaps to your throat. "Oh," you say quietly.
"No, I’m sorry. It’s probably really creepy. I thought I erased-"
"No, seriously, it’s okay… awesome, actually." You swallow thickly, feeling your own face burn up. Sometimes, you really wish you could just swallow your tongue. At least it would stop you from saying the most awkward things.
His eyes widen in surprise as he glances from the table to your face. “Wait. So… so you-“
You both sit in silence, until you start to wonder why the teacher hasn’t noticed your conversation yet. Then again, you hope she doesn’t.
"So… it’s mutual, then?" Dan finally asks quietly, half murmuring it as he continues to stare furiously at the table.
You wait until your heartbeat finally settles enough for you to reply.
"Yeah. It’s mutual."
You can feel that he’s smiling, even if he’s faced away from you.
And you can’t help but to smile, too.
~~~~~ bastuh ~~~~~