Still Trying [phan/boyxboy]

II [Lost]

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No home is actually a home without family.

[Dan's POV]

What the hell is that supposed to mean? My name? Someone's name? A code?

I'l stick to the assumption that it's my name.

Okay, what do I do now? Look for a place to live for a while? I then looked towards the place that I am leaning on. The café. They probably would have a place for me to crash for a while.

I knocked on the door, being unsure. What if they don"t accept me?

Disturbing my worried thoughts, an old woman opened the door. Her hair is white, her skin already crinkled. But I can still see the energy showed on her face.

"Hi, how can I help?" "I, uh.. I know this sounds weird, madam, but I somehow have lost my memory." I told her everything that has happened to me since I woke up.

"Anyway, can I please stay here? That is, if you have any room.." I finally asked her. She seems to be thinking about it for a minute, before saying, "Of course! In fact, you can have a job. It'll be great to have some workers."

My heart was SO relieved. I knew I couldn't hide the smile on my face. "Thank you SO much, Mrs..?" "Just call me Carrie. And you?" she smiled.

"I'm Dan."

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"Okay, treat Dan well!" she said, leaving me alone with her children. I was awkwardly standing in my room, having nothing to do. Suddenly, there's knock on the door.

"HII DAN! I'M LOUISE!" I immediately jumped, falling on the floor.

"Oh my gosh. I am so, so, sorry! Let me help you up!" she said, reaching towards my hands, pulling me up. I started dusting my jeans.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine. So, you are Carrie's daughter?" I asked. "Yeah, I am. Did everything she told me about you really did happen?" Louise asked me with big eyes.

"Uhm, what did she tell you?"

"She told me that you lost all your memories. She said that you now work for the café, and living here, too."

I paused for a moment, replaying my memories. "Yeap, that's pretty much it."

"Oh."

We stood there, the room became creepily silent. Then suddenly, she smiled at me.

"Come on, I'm gonna show you around!"

She pulled my hand, making me follow her. The fact that she is smaller than me makes me question how did she get that amount of energy.

"Hey, so this is Alfie and her girlfriend Zoe!" she said, pointing at the two people in front of the computer. They both looked at me, and smiled.

"Hey, you must be Dan! Welcome!" Alfie said, reaching out his hand for me and giving me a bro hug.

Alfie was looking up at me, then laughing. "I'm gonna break my neck if I always have to see you like this!"

I laughed along with him, followed by the others.

Do they accept me? Do they see me equal as them yet?

Let's just hope so.

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"Dan, come here for a second!" Carrie called me. I rushed downstairs to meet her. I was immediately greeted by the scent of coffee tickling my senses. The café has people coming in already.
I quickly woke up from my trance, finally turned to her. "How can I help?"

"Here, be the waiter for today, okay? Just visit the table, take their orders, read it to the barista and hand them their orders after. Don't forget, smile!"

I smiled at her, taking a memo with me.

I have a feeling that the older me (is that a correct term for myself before amnesia?) isn't really fond of work, because I already have a bad feeling about this.

But hey, let's just get on with it. I'm already in a mess anyways.

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[Phil's POV]

The cold air of London brushes my face, moving my hair out of my eyesight. The hoodie I'm wearing isn't helping at all.

I followed all the turns without second thoughts, leading me to my favorite place in the city. This café.

I immediately walked in, greeted by the door ring. I sat down to my favorite seat, near the window.

I closed my eyes, putting myself in this moment. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, as if it is already energizing me by the second. People were talking around me, their voices not too loud, not too soft, just enough to not ruin this peaceful haven.

I opened my eyes again, finding a young, maybe somewhere around 16 or 17 years old walks towards me. Hmm, I never seen him before. Is he new?

"Hi there. I'm Dan, what would you like to order?" he said, seems to be forcing a smile. His body language is screaming the words I am so uncomfortable of this for himself.

Yeap. Definitely new.

"Um, hey. I'm Phil. I'd like to order a cappucino, with some vanilla on it, too. Plus a chocolate chip cookie, please?"

His pen is carving the paper with ink, frantically writing my orders. He then looked up at me, smiling before saying, "Okay, be right back!"

He quickly walks towards Louise, who is currently the barista. One noticeable thing about him is that he is freakishly tall. Like, REALLY tall.

His brown hair has a fringe, being swept to the right. I love the fact that even though his height is intimidating, he still seems so scared about himself, so unconfident. He seems as if if he touches someone, he'll hurt them.

He is adorable. Not in a freaky way, but if I am a girl, I would go in total awestruck for him.

[Dan's POV]

"Here ya go, Dan!" Louise said, putting the drink and cookies on the counter. I putted it on the tray, carrying it to table 10.

I walked towards his table, when suddenly, I stepped on my shoetie, and whoops - came flying the cup of coffee.

I tried to process where it landed. It landed on the visitor's - Phil, I think? - hoodie, splattering its green color with hot, brown substance.

The whole café was looking at me. I stared into his icy blue, gray-ish eyes before mumbling:

"I a-am so, so, sorry." []

-gee