Flowers and Ink~A Phan Fic

Opposites

Phil's P.O.V-

I sighed as I looked at the shop across the street. There he was, busying himself with watering the flowers at his shop. My god, he's adorable.

I stayed behind the counter of my tattoo shop and waited for my next appointment, staring at the man across the street as I did so. I looked at my watch and realized that I had twenty minutes until my next scheduled costumer came in.

'Maybe I should go talk to him.' I thought to myself, already blushing from embarrassment at my little school girl crush. I mean, why not? Why shouldn't I go talk to him? What's the worst that can happen? Him reject me and then call me a freak? Oh wait, that's actually pretty terrible. Maybe I should wait a bit..No, I've had my eye on him for far too long. I need to man up and just go talk to him.

My heart raced as I walked out of my shop, wincing as the natural light from outside hit my eyes harshly. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I couldn't back down now, no way.

I walked slowly up to the shop and I felt sick with nervousness. But one look at the brown haired boy tending to the flowers made me remember why the emotional rollercoaster was worth it.

I coughed awkwardly and the man turned around, a flustered expression on his face. "Oh, hi, sorry! Um, can I help you?" He asked, his voice rich and sweet like chocolate. My face turned redder, if possible, as I stuttered out, "Uh, I just wanted to introduce myself. I run the tattoo shop across from you-" his eyes immediately shot down to my sleeves of tattoos and he nodded a bit, almost as if he was approving of me. "and I just wanted to say hi, my names Phil."

The boy smiled at me as he said, "I'm Dan, nice to meet you, Phil."

Butterflies grew in my stomach as I heard him speak my name. 'Stop it, Phil. You are a grown man and grown men shouldn't get butterflies.' I scolded myself. 'But he's sooooo cute!' The other part of me argued. 'True.' They agreed.

Great, now I was talking to myself about how cute the guy who ran the flower shop was.

His name was Dan. It suited him really well if you ask me.

I rubbed my arm awkwardly as I said, "You too..I guess I better get going. I hope to talk to you again, Dan!" Oh my- that was a terrible thing to say! It sounded so creepy! He probably thought I was some weirdo, oh my goodness.

"Haha, alright then, bye!" He laughed, adorably might I add. Dan turned back around and started going back to what he was doing before, leaving me to stalk out of the shop and practically run to my shop.

Once I got in the shop, I closed the door and started to hyperventilate. That was terrible! Oh god, he'll never want to talk to me again! I totally messed up any chance I might have had with him! But I couldn't help it! I just got so flustered when I took a look at his light brown hair and pastel yellow and pink clothes that seemed to accent his skin color and eyes just right, and don't even get me started on how lean and fit his figure was. And not to mention the fact that he ran a flower shop which was the most adorable thing ever!!

But why would someone as cute and bright as Dan want anything to do with me; a pale guy with black hair and blue eyes, covered in tattoos and piercings and almost always wore dark colors. Why would he want anything to do with me? We're total opposites, like day and night; hot and cold; flowers and ink.

Well, that last one didn't really work but you get the gist of what I'm trying to say. I'm stupid for even thinking someone like Dan could even be remotely interested in someone like me.

I have a small, sad sigh as my appointment walked through the door. But as the door opened, I caught a glimpse of what was behind her and there Dan was, staring at my shop, looking through the windows and at me. (Or at least that's what it felt like he was staring at).

I smiled giddily to myself as I tended to my costumer. After getting instructions of what she wanted and drawing a rough sketch, I began to give her the tattoo of her choice.

As I busied myself with inking her and helping her through the pain (I told her that she shouldn't get a tattoo on her ribs but she wouldn't listen!! I warned her of how much it would hurt but no she had to get that tattoo.), I heard the front door open of my shop open.

Thinking it was just a walk-in costumer, I said, "I'll be right with you!" Not even looking up as I said this. My concentration was focused on making this tattoo perfect so I didn't even give the person that came in a look of acknowledgment.

What seemed like a couple of seconds passed and I heard the door open and close again. I shrugged it off. Eh, it was probably the costumer leaving.

I finished up the tattoo and with a teary yet grateful expression on the costumers face, she paid me and left, wincing a bit as she walked. This wasn't her first tattoo and it showed by how well she was taking it. (Yes, this is a good reaction to have. In no way was she 'weak' by tearing up after getting a tattoo. Those things are painful, you know?)

I looked down at my desk and started to tidy up a bit. A stray piece of paper on my desk immediately attracted my attention. 'I didn't put this here.' I thought to myself. I turned the paper over and my heart practically stopped. The paper read:

555-555-0125 text me or call me sometime-Dan

I squealed happily and I didn't even care how weird it looked for a full-grown man (that looked a bit scary due to his 'alternative' look) squealing in delight. This was just perfect!

Dans P.O.V-

I looked through the window at Phil's tattoo shop. I can't believe came over to my shop to talk to me! That was probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.

It was actually quiet amusing to watch him become all flustered while talking to me. Did I do that to him? Did I make the man, who looks really tough and scary mind you, intimidated?

No, I couldn't even make a beetle intimidated, let alone a man. Unless he was nervous to talk to me and in that case awwweeeeeeee!! That's so cute!!

As much as I'd like to see how quickly I could land a date with him, making him flustered was much too fun.

I took a deep breath and walked to Phils tattoo shop. If I'm being completely honest, I've never been inside a tattoo shop. Incidentally, tattoos scare the living hell out of me. They looked nice on other people (ahem, Phil), but I just could never get tattoos of my own. It frightens me how they give tattoos, let alone the fact that I don't think I'd suit them very well. But again, I thought they looked good on other people so no hate against tattoos.

I walked into the shop and stood there, taking in what the shop looked like. It was nice in here, honestly. Artistic, to say the least.

"I'll be right with you!" I heard Phil say in that deep tone I was still getting used to. My eyes shot to where the voice was coming from and I saw Phil working on a tattoo.

The woman receiving the tattoo seemed to be writhing in pain which is exactly why I didn't want a tattoo: they seemed painful.

I waited for a bit but I noticed that Phil never seemed to break his concentration. After a bit of watching, I saw art truly form. It was a beautiful piece he was creating and I decided not to disturb him so I got a piece of random paper from his desk and a pen that was in my yellow apron, (yes I wear a yellow apron, get over it. It's cute) and wrote down my number.

That's what I came here to do anyway; give him my number.

So I left him my number and exited the shop, leaving Phil to finish his work and to discover my number. I'd be getting a text from him as soon as he found my number.

All in good time, my friend. All in good time.