Colour Blind ~ Phan

Chapter 2

Hey. Another chapter for y'all, I really hope you're enjoying this story.

P.S I've had really bad writer's block for ages and I cannot write dialogue to save my life, so please bear with me with this awful chapter. It hopefully will get better :33

I had dressed that morning with no intention of meeting anybody. Once dressed I made my way into town during the early hours of the afternoon. Now standing in the doorway of the store, I couldn't help but blush as I stared, head tilted slightly upwards, at the boy in front of me. And damn he looked good. Dark tousled hair, dark shirt and tight black jeans halfway down his shapely butt, showing off the waistband of his sonic boxers.

"Oh hey, Phil" He beamed at me.

"umm hey"

"Do you want to have a drink with me? I mean you already have one, but do you wanna sit with me and drink it?" He said awkwardly. I thought about this. It was only a drink after all.

"Sure"

After queuing for Dan's drink, which unfortunately took longer than expecting, only adding to the tension, we sat down at a nearby table with comfy, sofas.

"So..." The awkwardness in the air claimed me as I spoke. "How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. How are you?"

"Good." Small talk was not my forte; despite our interactions relying heavily on it last night.

"Where did you run off to last night?"

"God! It's not like we were on a date or anything. Was I not allowed to leave when I wanted‽" I didn't mean to snap so early on in the conversation, however my strategy involves slamming the lid down before the box has even opened, that way I'm preventing whatever's inside escaping; In this case it's my emotions. Dan tilted his head slightly, swirl side up, and ran his hands through his slightly wavy hair. "You're not my mother! You're just a random stranger who just happens to be a good kisser. Not that I care." I crossed my arms, steam surely rising out of my ears.

"Oh." He paused, not quite knowing what to say. "I'm sorry. It's just..." He looked down at his steaming cup.

"It's just what?" I stared at him in frustration.

"Can we just be friends at least? I'm sorry if you regret what happened last night, but it wasn't that big of a deal... unless you want it to be" I saw something flash in his sparkling eyes.

I paused for a moment, contemplating what would be best. I'm not that much of an unsociable git than I make myself out to be. However, during this time of about five seconds, a hand extended sideways towards me. "Hello I'm Dan. Shall we be friends?". I couldn't suppress a giggle.

"What are you doing, you spoon?" I smiled.

"We're starting again. I don't know what I did to upset you- if I did anything at all- but I want to be friends. Please?"

I took his hand in a less than formal handshake. "Hello," I grinned "I'm Phil and friends would be nice."

"Great"

We continued the day by chatting mindlessly about anything and everything. Aside from the awkward beginning, we got on well together, with a lot in common. I'm glad we decided to start again. After over an hour of sitting in the shop, with nothing but empty coffee cups between us, Dan suddenly spoke off topic.

"Do you want to come over today?"

This surprised me. I didn't expect him to want to hang out more. I was already trying to keep my brain from overworking itself to stay calm and collected.

"Sure" My answer surprised me even more.

"Great" He smiled. "I don't know what you like to do. I have video games like Mario Kart? Do you want to play?" We began to leave, picking up paper cups on our way out as Dan continued endlessly chatting, entranced by the apparently endless possibilities of what we could do when we got to his house.

I loved the way his eyes lit up as he spoke, a child-like aura about him. I smiled over at him.

"What?" he suddenly stopped to meet my gaze. We were now walking side by side along the busy streets of London, the sun beginning to set.

"What, what?" I replied

"You're staring at me" He grinned at me, eyes meeting mine. I blushed.

"I know"

*

We were finally at his house, after 20 minutes of walking the winding streets of London. Dan, once unlocking the front door, walked in and shuffled his slightly worn, converse to one side. I followed behind, taking slightly more consideration untying my less-worn shoes. We walked over to his fading grey sofa and sat down simultaneously.

"So... Do you want to play a game?" He crouched down in front of his flat TV, flashing his sonic boxers once again. "I have quite a lot."

I smiled down at him then crouched down to his level. I ran my finger along the spines of his collection of games, all neatly lined up. Some of the titles sparked nostalgia of my childhood. I chose an adventure time game. I hold it up for Dan to see. He smiles. His dimple pops out of his cheek with his slightly lopsided, but completely endearing, grin.

I feel obliged to help set up the game - as he invited me into his home - so we do it in a comfortable silence. Once the game is ready we head back to his sofa. Suddenly, my feet began to head back as my shoulders felt a heavy weight press hard against them. Shocked, I let my body follow suit, not quite aware of what happened. My feet stumbled beneath me as I was forced backwards to a nearby wall. Within seconds my back hit the solid material as I was pushed up against it. My head, too shocked to respond, slammed backwards with a thud. My mouth opened with a gasp as Dan loomed over me, his face inches from mine. As if it was a race against time, Dan crashed his mouth against mine with a sudden urgency.  

Taken aback, I couldn't help but stare- wide eyed- as the dark haired boy pushed himself against me; his hands now tracing every inch of my upper body. No. I thought to myself. I can't. With all the force I could muster in that moment I  pushed him away. He stumbled backwards, his lips plump.

It took a moment for my brain to click in gear. He kissed me? He fu*cough*ing kissed me? After everything I've said to him. I clenched my fists and my nose crinkled. Dan's eyes looked up through his  lashes, his iris' swallowed up by the dark abyss of his pupils. His swirl, like mine must be, spun madly. I now looked past him. I shoved him out of the way and walked, almost too silently, to the door. Without a word, I put on my shoes and stepped into the dim street. Hands in pockets, I made my way back down the concrete pavement, this time all alone.