phan oneshots

pickup lines (fluff af)

summary: phil has a huge crush on dan and tries to impress him

|| i saw this in a tumblr post so this is not my idea

"See you next class!" I shouted to my friend. She waved and I fumbled through the things in my locker.

"Excuse me?" I heard a voice squeak, and then a tap to my shoulder followed. I turned to see a boy with messy ash hair and big ocean eyes. He was shorter than me, with a blue jumper on and big glasses and his hands behind his back. I smiled at him.

"Yes?" I giggled. He's cute.

The boy removed his hands from his back to reveal notecards in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. His hands were shaking and he was tapping his foot anxiously.

He looked at his cards then looked back up at me. "Are you from T-Tennessee because y- ah!" He cut himself off as he dropped his cards. I giggled at him. He scurried to pick them up and I leaned down to help him, our hands brushing in the process.

He blushed furiously and hid his smile with a sweater paw, standing back up. "S-sorry, you're just really cute and- ugh. I messed this up, didn't I?" The stranger sighed. I chuckled, reaching out and moving a strand of fringe from his face, tucking it behind his ear.

"No. Not at all."

His cheeks reddened. "I don't have a card for that," he replied sheepishly. I grinned.

"You don't need one. I'm Dan by the way," I shook his shaking hand. He relaxed at my touch, smiling a little.

"Phil," he responded.

"Nice name."

"Nice face- oh! I-I'm sorry! Shit- I'm so embarrassing, I didn't mean to say that out loud!" Phil stuttered. I laughed.

"You're adorable," I told him. He blushed again, his lips forming in a tight line to attempt hiding his smile. "So, Phil, wanna walk with me to next class?"

His mouth formed in a small 'o' and his eyes twinkled. "Sure!" He yipped excitedly.

And so he did. We walked to class and I gave him my number, then class was over for the day.

He texted me that day to say hi, and we ended up chatting for hours.

For weeks it went on, we'd text, walk to classes together, and we even started eating lunch together. He was becoming more relaxed. He didn't stutter as much or apologize for mindless things. He was at ease with me now, and I was with him.

"Phil," I began. Currently him and I were eating outside on the bench, the autumn air nice and the birds chirping sweetly as the other teenagers chatted or read. Phil looked at me.

"Hm?" He responded, taking a sip of his drink.

"How come you were so nervous when you first came up to me?"

He stiffened, swallowing harshly. "I- well um. You just. . . You're popular. And I don't mean you're like the cliche kind of popular where everybody fears you and listens to you, I mean you have a lot of people who just genuinely like to talk to you and you're nice. A lot nicer than you'd expect people to be in college. And you're also really good-looking, so I doubted I'd have chance with you."