The Art in Love

Day 1

(Phil's p.o.v.)

I stroll around the park, looking for the perfect shot, vibrant shades of green surrounding me. The trees were dancing with the breeze and the birds were cooing melodies to each other. This truly was a beautiful place.

I hear a branch above me rattle. I look up to see a blue bird hopping around merrily. I pull up my camera from my neck and take a picture before the bird flies away.

I observe the photo to see if its any good. The shot is blurry, making the bird look like an unimportant blue blob.

Damn it.

Sighing, I continue my search until a boy wearing all black catches my eye. He's sitting under a tall, dark tree, sketching in a notebook.

He was quite handsome, chocolate brown hair that frames his round face perfectly and intense brown eyes that were fixed on his drawing.

I slowly pull up my camera, trying not to let him see me.

As if he can sense me, he looks up just as I am about to take the picture.

I immediately let my camera hang around my neck and act as if nothing happened, but I could tell he knew.

I can feel him staring at me. I take a quick glance in his direction and sure enough, he is.

Walking away, I remove myself from this awkward situation.

Then, I hear footsteps behind me.

Oh no.

What if he yells at me or hits me?

My heart starts racing so I pick up the pace, trying to let him know that I don't want any trouble.

"Hey!" I hear him yell.

I stop dead in my tracks and swallow hard. Taking a deep breath I turn around.

I look him down, trying to figure out what I'm dealing with here.

He's a bit taller than I and he has broad shoulders. A bit intimidating.

"Hi." he says, his voice breathy from chasing me.

"Hello." I respond, looking down at my shoes.

This is uncomfortable.

"Are you a photographer or something?" he asks.

I look up to see that his expression was soft and he was smiling a bit, a dimple forming in his cheek.

Maybe he's not as intimidating as I thought.

"Well I'm not a professional, I just enjoy it." I explain.

"And you thought that I was picture-worthy?" he asks.

"Yes, yes I did." I smile.

His face breaks out into a grin.

"Thank you... I'm Dan by the way." he says, holding out his hand.

I shake it. His hands were large and strong, yet soft at the same time.

"I'm Phil." I respond.

"Would you care to walk with me?" he asks, motioning for me to join him.

Why would he want me to join him? I'm not that charming.

But I agree and walk with him anyways.

"So Phil... you enjoy photography. Do you have any pictures with you?" he questioned.

The only shot I took that day was the blob bird one, and I will definitely not let him see that.

"Not with me currently." I laugh nervously.