Dear Sweet Love - Phan

Three.

All the fan arts are from me>:)
                                 -The writer
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Sathurday, September 26th, 2015;
"A room for two, please.", he asked to the brown-haired lady behind her desk.
She nodded at him then her ice-blue eyes fell on me, her smile becoming wider at every seconds. I knew it wasn't real happiness, just politeness, the only way she could get money from us. I wasn't that foolish, even if it looked like it.
Dan and I were tired and we needed some sleep, so we decided to spend the night here. I was exhausted by the shame and the sadness, even the realisation taking place in the causes of my tiredness. It was the first establishment we had reached, only five minutes beside my mom's house.
Late in the fourties, the girl asked us;
"For one night?"
As dirtyminded I am, I supressed a grin, a mix of disgust and amusement.
An awkward smile crept to Dan's lips also, then he nodded lightly. The lady didn't seemed to notice, so he replied;
"Hum, yeah."
She typed something on the computer of the hotel for while, then her face turned to us again, then she asked;
"Okay, sir. 75,45 pounds, please."
Dan handed his credit card to the lady, while I looked away, bored and eager to get to sleep. A grey carpet was covering the floor, not letting any tiles or wood make appearance. Plants and mirrors were also covering the white walls. And then I saw her. At the end of the hallway, there was a teenager staring at us, her blue eyes wide and round. She definitly knew who we were. I turned to Dan and whispered to him;
"There's a fan, I'm going to see her."
He nodded and smiled, so I walked to the blonde girl. She was shaking a little, but I wasn't surprised. Most of our fans are suprised and stressed when they see us.
My usual smirk appeared on my face, and when I was close to her, I said;
"Hi! I'm pretty sure you recognized us."
She nodded and blushed, then mumbled:
"..is it true?"
I laughed a little then opened my arms. She didn't got it first, but then went into my arms, hugging me lightly. She didn't stay there long, getting away from the coldness of my coat.
"What are you guys doing here?", she said, louder than before. I noticed her strong Texan accent.
"I came here to see my mom.", I said, fighting to keep my smile on. She nodded, then started shaking again.
I said:
"Come on, let's go see Dan."
She nodded, then blushed, still nervous. She made me think of my hamster that I had once, shaky and scared in my hands. At least, this girl wouldn't poop on me.
It doesn't make me confortable, the fact that people react to us like that. That we make them weak and pale, that they're sweating at the only sight of us. Neither does Dan, but he would reply, convincing himself at the same time:
"Well, that are the consequences of being known, Phil."
It wasn't my plan. I never knew I would be that popular, not that brat obsessed with lions on the Internet. And there I was, waiting for my best friend, a young shaking fangirl at my side.
Dan finished paying, then his eyes fell on me, and I could see he wasn't comfortable with meeting a fan right now. He was biting his lower lip and he was still and tensed. With a fake smile, he said:
"Hi there!"
A shy smile appeared on the girl's face, and she murmured;
"..hi Dan."
His eyes met mines for a second, And could see the distress in them. He needed help.
"What's your name?", I asked her. She turned to me, her head rising so that she could see my face. She said:
"Lea. I'm Lea."
I nodded and Daniel said:
"Well, hi Lea." His smile widened, his ckeekbones now even more evident.
An awkward silence then took place. I could hear my breathing, the pounding of my heart and the hostess talking on the phone. Daniel's eyes were wandering everywhere except on the girl. And I was there, staring at him, waiting for him to talk. Why was I so awkward? Why didn't I knew what to say? And I was again on the theory that I am a selfish bastard, panicking because I didn't know what to say, instead of helping the people that eat a dirty water and flour mixed paste everyday.
But Lea broke the unbearable silence and the hopeless looks that my friend gave me by asking:
"Is it okay if I take a picture?"
I nodded, but only asked her to not tell anyone we were here. She seemed uncomfortable with that secret, so I explained to her that we needed some sleep and some of our fans would actually come here only to ask us some random things and have hugs in the middle of the night.
She chuckled, then opened her cellphone. She got herself in between us, put one of her arm around my neck and touched the button on the screen. Needless was to say that she was happy having a picture of her and us, a proud smile on her lips. She then, out of nowhere, gave a quick hug to Dan and ran to a woman who was watching us suspiciously. I heard:
"It's them! Oh my god, it's them!"
Daniel was still in shock, not expecting this short embrace from "Lea" .
I laughed, the look on his face unforgettable and asked:
"What's the room number?"
He looked at me and then chuckled nervously. He was still biting his lip, but wasn't that tensed anymore.
"27.", he told me.
His hands then came out of his pockets and a shiny object was now in his palm. He gave me the key, then I ran. Not as fast as at the mom incident, but fast enough to get first in the room, letting me choose my bed. I opened the door and jumped on the matress the closest to the bathroom. I didn't turned on the lights, neither did I close the door, excitment running down my veins. I felt like a child again.
Then Dan appeared, his breathing loud in the dark room.
"Guess you became better than me.", he told me, still panting like a dog.
"I was always better than you!", I laughed, while Dan opened the lights and closed the door. He smiled, amusement still in his eyes.
"You're so innocent, to think that you're better than me. Everybody knows I'm the best!", he said, clearly teasing me.
I glared at him. He knows that I'm jealous with the fact that girls like him more, but I do understand them. Who wants to live with a black-haired guy who loves hamsters, hates cheese and looks like Robin Lord Taylor?
"You don't look like Robin at all!", he said once when I told him that. I sighed, then said:
"Yeah, I do."
He chuckled then admitted:
"Okay, well just the nose."
"Are you saying that I have a penguin nose?", I asked with wide eyes.
"No, well, yes.", he said, with a crooked smile.