Only Just A Name (Phan)

Chapter 2: Phil's POV

"Hey, um, do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?" I asked. I felt my face flush, wondering if this was too bossy or forward. "I mean, you don't have to obviously, but I was just wondering if-"

"Yeah, sure," Dan smiled.

"Okay, great." I mentally face palmed. Why was this so awkward? "Okay... okay..." Dear God, Philip, just put your stuff back in your locker and go eat lunch. Stop being so socially awkward.

I walked awkwardly to my locker. As I closed it after putting my things back and taking out my packed lunch, I noticed Dan was standing beside me, still holding his books.

"Don't you need to put them back?" I asked, smiling. He stood there for a moment, looking almost confused, before he brought his free hand to his forehead in a face palm, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'd better go do that," he smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll wait here," I said. He left.

He came back after a few minutes.

"What a great thing to do on your first day! Embarrass yourself!" he enthused sarcastically.

I chuckled slightly. "Come on," I smiled, standing up from leaning on the lockers. "We sit just outside." I began walking down the hall, and I heard Dan walking behind me, the soles of his shoes kicking against the ground. I turned around, smiling awkwardly.

"You don't need to walk behind me like a stalker." He looked up at me with slightly wide eyes, before stepping forward to walk next to me.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Wouldn't want to freak you out or anything!" he said, again sarcastically.

I pushed open the main door and was greeted by the sound of loud chatter, laughter and shouting. I pointed out to the left, at two wooden benches underneath a large tree.

"Over here," I said.

I walked over to join the amazing people I am pleased to call my friends: Carrie, with her huge mane of curly blonde hair, Louise and her amazingness, PJ and his world of kindness and Chris, the joker of the group. PJ and Chris had liked each other for like two years, but they never told each other. Needless to say, they were both devastated when they got their tattoos and they didn't match the other. Chris got an L on his right arm, PJ an M on his right.

Then there was Grace – beautiful Grace, sitting there, looking flawless. She looked up at me and smiled when she saw Dan with me.

"Hey guys!" The group turned around.

"Hey!" they all responded energetically.

"I'd like you to meet Dan," I said, gesturing at Dan. "He's new."

"Hi Dan!" they smiled at him, introducing themselves. I gestured at an empty spot next to PJ where he could sit. He sat down awkwardly. I sat down next to Grace, and draped my arm around her, kissing her briefly on the cheek. Un-wrapping my sandwich was quite difficult with one hand.

"Tell us a bit about you, Dan," PJ offered, shaking his curly brown hair out of his dazzling green eyes.

"Oh, um..." Dan was silent for a few moments, searching for words, or something witty to say to make everyone laugh. "I'm from Wokingham. It' a pretty weird place but you know, I never met a serial killer there or anything." There was an awkward silence.

"Umm, okay!" Chris started an animated recount of what had happened during his first day so far. I had to stop myself from spraying sandwich everywhere when I laughed.