Troyler and Phan Oneshots

The Bookstore Boy: Phan

This was going to be solely fluff but something is wrong with me so *smut warning* and also *homophobic douchebags warning*

Dan’s pov

I stood behind a random bookshelf, hiding from the cute boy on the other side of it. I’d come to the book store because I’d already finished all the books I’d bought last week, but I hadn’t expected to be traumatized by a gorgeous being while I was here. I’d seen him when I was standing in the fantasy isle, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. He’d glanced my way, most likely feeling my stare on his skin, and smiled politely. I hadn’t been able to prevent the flood of red that rushed into my face, so I’d escaped from the isle as fast as I could, instead looking at him from afar.

I was dreading going home, knowing that my parents would kill me if they knew that I was out so late. Although I risked these consequences almost every night anyway, preferring to be anywhere but home. Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep well tonight, as it was most nights, I’d escaped to the bookstore. Whenever I couldn’t sleep I liked to read, which was probably why I went through books so quickly. It hadn’t taken long before I’d grown bored of lying in bed and praying for sleep to come, so I’d left in search of more books.

This bookstore was my favorite, mostly because it was open all day every day. And there usually weren’t any other people here when I came, besides the employees of course. I recognized some of them because I came here so often, and they recognized me. I was too shy to actually converse with them though, so usually they’d just smile politely and ring up my books, no small talk included. But today someone was haunting my escape. A cute boy.

For the longest time I hadn’t been able to admit it to myself whenever I saw a cute boy. I’d deny it, and pretend that I didn’t notice the way his lips curved when he smiled, or the way he’d fix his hair every so often. Now I’d learned to accept myself a bit more, and I could at least admire cute boys in my own solitude, if not to others. I was too scared and nervous to tell anyone that I was gay, knowing that most of my friends were dicks who wouldn’t like me anymore. Everyone that I considered friends weren’t really that either, they were just the friends that you found yourself hanging out with at school, and only because you saw them five times a week.

I sighed softly, turning away from my hiding spot where I could see this boy. He had black hair and a fringe, matched with gorgeous eyes. Just the way he looked made my heart swoon, which I tried to ignore. It’s not like I’d ever be able to date a boy until I moved out of my house, which I wouldn’t be able to do for at least another two years since I was only sixteen.

I grabbed a random book and turned it over, reading the back cover. The words started to blend together, and I could barely make since of them all. I was too lost in thought, and I almost didn’t notice when a voice spoke up, clearly talking to me.

“I love that book,” they said, and my head whipped upwards from the book to stare straight at the boy that I’d been admiring. I dropped the book on accident, my hands shaking too much to hold onto it properly. The boy laughed quietly, and I didn’t know if I could blush any harder. Was he laughing at me?

He stepped closer and grabbed the book off the ground, handing it back to me. I was too nervous and flustered to say thank you, and I instead just gripped it tightly, praying not to drop it. I nodded silently, my eyes wide and embarrassed from this entire encounter, and scurried away. I practically ran to the counter and slammed the book onto the check out, glad to see a familiar face. It was a boy who I estimated was only a few years older than me, probably college aged. I didn’t know if he actually went to college, since I saw him here a lot, but I suppose he could have gone to a community college. I probably wouldn’t even have recognized him if it wasn’t for his bright blue hair.