Flowers and Ink~A Phan Fic

Lunch Break

Phils P.O.V-

My heart swelled as I sent that text message to Dan. Would he feel the same way and accept my offer? Or perhaps did he lose all interest in means would decline my offer? Oh, the possibilities. Worst case scenario is that he says no and I'm left heart broken.

With a light feeling in my chest and a faint fluttering of my heart, I decided to get some rest in preparation of tomorrow's work day and the anxious feeling Id most likely have all day because of the anticipation of Dans reply.

I arrived home after an extremely short walk and got ready for bed. As I laid down for slumber, I let today replay in my mind. The feeling of happiness I got from being with Dan, the bubbly feeling I got from hearing Dan speak that made me feel as though I were flying. This whole day seemed as though it were some kind of euphoria. One made from a high that I certainly didn't want to come down from.

How he made me feel like this, I don't even know. How did he manage to make me feel as if I were head over heels for him even if we had just started talking today?

I feel as though I've obviously taken a fancy to him but throughout the night I seemed to have played it off cool, letting it be known that I liked him yet not coming off as desperate. But the thing is; I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep that up. I don't know if I could keep my 'cool' for much longer. I feared that the next I spoke to Dan Id make a fool of myself.

He turned my brain to mush when I was around him. With anyone else I could act cool and hard but around Dan my mind just- didn't work. He made me want to say the dumbest things; act childish. I can't explain how- but he did.

He made my inner-self show up. The one that I tried to hide behind the tattoos and piercings: my childlike persona. I tried so hard to get rid of that but Dan made it come back, much to my dismay. But what I didn't understand was: why? Why did I want to act like this around him? Was it to feel like I fit in with his own cute personality? To make myself likable? What was the reason behind all of this, these feelings?

I let my thoughts slip away from me as I fell into slumber. I awoke the next morning feeling tired but happy which is honestly how I usually felt every morning.

I dressed in a grey shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans before doing my hair and leaving for work.
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I sighed of boredom as I waited for my next costumer. Don't get me wrong, doing tattoos isn't boring, it's just that- sometimes the tattoos get boring. Well that didn't make any sense at all. Let me rephrase that: people seemed to always pick the same thing and it got boring doing the same thing over and over again. It didn't allow any of my creativity flow- it was a bit of a uniform job. The guys all wanted those lame barbed wire tattoos and the girls always wanted that boring infinity sign. Where did all of the thought go into getting a tattoo? It's like they just didn't care about what was being permanently put on their body. Sigh, it's sad actually. But it's my job and I couldn't deny my customers the tattoo of their choice.

Luckily, when my costumer came in, I found out that the tattoo he wanted was an artwork I had never done before. So I busied myself with drawing the rough sketch. About 30 minutes later I started working on the actual tattoo. To my surprise, the guy getting the tattoo whined more than the lady from yesterday. He moaned and groaned and cried and yelled because of the tattoo. It was quiet hilarious actually, but I had to try my hardest not to laugh.

In what seemed like no time at all, I was nearly finished with my masterpiece.

I heard the door opening and a voice call out my name. I instantly started smiling giddily as I realized who had said my name.