Phan Oneshots

The Boy With The Shirt

Word count: 1588
Phil's POV
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I step onto the bus, meeting eyes with the beautiful brown haired boy that I see everyday. When we made eye contact, he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing to a pinkish colour.

He's doing what he normally does on the bus, sitting in the back, listening to music, and looking out the window. I usually sit down near the front, but today I decide to do something different when I notice he's wearing a Panic! At The Disco shirt. My favourite band. I've developed a tiny little crush on him after constantly seeing him on the bus. I haven't even spoke a word to him, but today, I'm changing that.

I walk to the back of the bus and sit beside him, still giving him his personal space.

"Hi," I say.
"Hello," He replies, shyly.
"I like your shirt," I tell him.
"Really?" He asks.
"Why wouldn't I? Panic! At The Disco is my favourite band," I say.
"Mine too," he says, smiling.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Dan," he tells me.
"Phil," I reply.
"Nice to meet you," he says.
"Nice to meet you, too," I say.
"What's your top five favourite songs by Panic! At The Disco?" Dan asks me.
"Um, well not in any order, but the ones I've really been liking right now are Far Too Young To Die, The Only Difference Between Martyrdrom And Suicide Is Press Coverage, Casual Affair, Let's Kill Tonight, and Hallelujah," I tell him.
"I love all of those songs," he replies.
"Do you like any other bands?" I ask.
"Yeah. I love Twenty Øne Pilots, My Chemical Romance, Muse, and Fall Out Boy," he says.
"Are we the same person? I think we're the same person," I reply.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"We literally have the exact same taste in music," I tell him.
"Cool! What do you like to do in your spare time?" He asks.
"I like reading and watching netflix. I sound like a potato now, but I'm a proud potato," I say.
"Well, Mr. Proud Potato you are really nice, and I love reading and watching netflix, too. We can be proud potatoes together," he replies.
"So, does this mean you'd like to hang out with me in the future, not on this bus?" I ask.
"Yes. I can see a great friendship forming," he tells me.
"Well then, could we... could we, erm, exchange numbers?" I ask, suddenly really shy.
"Yeah, of course!" He says, handing me his phone so I can put my number in.
"Well, this is my stop! Bye, Dan! I'll text you later!" I say, walking to the doors of the bus and stepping into the chilly London weather. Even though I'm walking through the doors of my work building, I can't keep a smile off my face. I've finally made a friend. A real good looking friend that I can't stop thinking about.

(later that night)

My phone dings. I got a text from Dan.
Dan: hey
Phil: hi
Dan: how are you?
Phil: really good!
Dan: what put you in this mood?
Phil: oh just someone
Dan: oooo does Phil have a crush on someone?
Phil: actually yes
Dan: omg I ship it and I don't even know who it is
Phil: how are you?
Dan: good
Phil: that's good
Dan: what are you doing right now?
Phil: being a potato
Dan: more descriptive please?
Phil: texting you, listening to music
Dan: sounds lovely
Phil: it really is
Dan: do you have work tomorrow?
Phil: no, thank God
Dan: would you like to go for coffee tomorrow? I don't have work either and I'd like to get to know you more
Phil: sounds great!
Dan: meet me at the bus stop like normal at 10:00am then
Phil: sounds good! See you then :)
Dan: see you :) I'm going to sleep now
Phil: same here, have a nice sleep
Dan: you too

I was so excited for the next day, it took me about half an hour to calm myself down and fall asleep. Eventually, I did. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was the beautiful boy that now finally had a name. Dan.

(the next day)

It was 9:57am and I was turning the street corner to where the bus stop is. I go to the bench and sit down beside the already waiting Dan.

"Hi," I say.
"Hey," he replies.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Good, you?" He says.
"Good. Oh, here's the bus," I say, walking onto the bus with Dan following me.
"So, what coffee shop are we going to?" I ask.
"Just the cliché Starbucks, but it's a really nice, small Starbucks that is never busy," he tells me.
"Sounds good! I love Starbucks!" I reply.
"Who doesn't?" He asks.
"I don't know. People who don't like coffee?" I reply.
"Yeah, but they have more things than just coffee," he says.
"True," I agree.
"I see you're wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt today," I say.
"I thought it'd be appropriate," he replies with a small smirk on his face.
"What's your favourite song by them?" I ask.
"I don't really know, I really like them all. But I do really like Alone Together," he tells me.
"That's a good one," I agree.
"Okay, we're at our stop," Dan tells me after five minutes.
We get up and walk off the bus, Dan leading me down the street to a small, comfy looking Starbucks.
We order our drinks and sit down in the back corner of the shop.
"Oh, by the way, if you're homophobic, you might as well just leave because I'm gay," Dan tells me randomly, yet very casually.
"Well, that was random, but good to know. I'm gay, too," I tell him.
"Really? That's awesome!" He replies.

We're both gay. I actually have a chance with this beautiful boy. Well, that is if he ever shows interest in me.

For another hour, Dan and I are just sat in the coffee shop, talking about ourselves and sharing random facts with each other.
"Let's go back to the bus, it'll be here in five minutes," Dan tells me.
"Okay," I say, getting up from my comfy seat and walking to the door.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Dan asks randomly when we sat down on the bus.
"Nope," I reply.
"How do you know you're gay then?" He asks.
"Because I only find boys attractive. And just because I haven't had a boyfriend, doesn't mean I haven't kissed someone," I say.
"True, sorry," he says.
"I hope I find someone soon," I say.
"Well you did say that you have a crush on someone, right?" Dan questions.
"Yeah, I just don't know if he likes me back yet," I reply.
"Well maybe wait a week, watch him closely, then tell him if you feel ready," he says.
"Good advice, thanks, Dan," I say.

(halfway through that week)

Dan and I haven't gone out anywhere else with each other because we've both had work, but we've been talking on our 10 minute bus drives and we've gotten a lot closer. I really like him.
"Hey," I say to Dan, sitting down beside him.
"Hi," he says.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Good, you?" He replies.
"Good," I say.
"How's the thing with the crush going?" He asks.
"I think it's going good. I'm probably going to tell him I like him on Friday!" I tell Dan.
If only he knew it was him.
"That's good to hear! You'll have to tell me all about it," he says.
"Will do," I reply.

(Friday)

Today's the day I'm telling Dan I like him. I think he likes me back, but I can't get my hopes up.
I roll out of bed and start doing whatever it is I do in the morning, spending an extra five minutes on my appearance. I go downstairs, pop some toast into the toaster and get some cereal. I eat my breakfast, grab my backpack and walk out the door.
I walk onto the bus and sit down beside Dan, not hesitating at all to tell him, if I waited any longer, all the courage I have will leave.
"I remember a certain someone told me to wait a week to tell the guy I like my feelings," I start.
"Oh?" He questions.
"Yes. And that certain someone is you. You gave me the advice to wait a week and then tell him," I say.
"I did," he agrees.
"That certain someone, being you, didn't know that he was the one I liked when he was giving me advice," I tell him.
"You like me?" He asks.
"Yes, Dan. I've liked you since I started seeing your beautiful face and then when we got closer, my crush just started growing," I say.
"Well, lucky for you, I like you, too," he says.
"Can I kiss you?" I ask.
"Go ahead," he tells me.
And that was the best thing ever.

(later that night)

Dan texted me.
Dan: meet me at the bus stop
Phil: it's 10pm. There won't be any buses to go anywhere
Dan: I know, we're not going anywhere, I just need to talk to you Phil: okay
I walk out my door and head towards the bus stop.
"Hi," Dan says.
"Hey," I reply.
"I have something to ask you," Dan tells me.
"Go on," I say.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" He asks nervously.
"Yes."
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A/N: okay I hope you enjoyed that. a little short and cliché but hey I like it. more oneshots will  come when I get more ideas. let me know if you liked this :)