The Art in Love

Day 2 part 1

(Dan's p.o.v.)

I'm running around the apartment, trying to get myself together. I fell asleep late last night, making  a special gift for Phil and slept right through my alarm.

I woke up at 1:40 p.m., giving me twenty minutes to get dressed, straighten my hobbit hair, get something to eat, and make my way to the park.

I can't be late, I just can't.

I finish up brushing my teeth and check to make sure I look presentable. I want to impress Phil, I don't know why, though.

I was wearing a black sweater, black jeans, and black boots.

My look is pretty depressing I guess.

I had bags under my eyes and these were not designer but hopefully he wont notice.

Sparing no time, I grab my sketchbook and take one last look at the place before hurrying out the door.

I look down at my watch.

1:55.

Shit.

I start running, which is something I never do but, I don't want to keep him waiting.

I can feel myself start to sweat. I'm so out of shape.

I've never been athletic. Whenever we ran in school I was always in the back with the overweight kids whom I had always felt sorry for. People would stare at me, like really  stare. It was truly embarrassing. 

I kept running, my feet hitting the ground hard. I tried to keep a steady pace but failed miserably and ended up speeding up and slowing down at random times. My clothes were sticking to me due to all the sweat buildup but I wasn't gonna stop.

I finally see the park and slow down, checking my watch once more.

1:59.

One minute.

I start running again to the tree. I know the path all too well.

It felt like I was running a marathon and the finish line was the tree, and at the finish line waiting for me was my reward, a day with Phil

Something inside me sparks up and my feet start going ten times faster. I don't know what it was but thank it god it did because I soon turn a corner and I see the tall tree and little Phil standing under it.

He smiled at me and waved. I slow to a walk, trying to catch my breath. I probably look like a sweaty, sticky mess but at least I got here on time.

Phil was wearing a white T-shirt with a red jacket, black jeans, and white tennis shoes.

He looked cute.

I walk up to him and start the claim of my reward.

"You seemed to be in hurry." He giggled.

"Yeah, I didn't want to be late." I explain, still trying to catch my breath.

"If you were a minute late I wouldn't mind." He looked at his feet.

"No no, I couldn't be late, that would be rude. Plus, I wanted to see you as soon as possible." I say, the last part slipping out on its own.

I immediately shut my mouth and scratch the back of my head. If only I could think before I speak, I wouldn't end up making awkward scenes like this.

I could see his cheeks flush pink.

He was blushing over me? I could do that to him?

"Well, I'm glad that you're here... Want to take a stroll?" He asked.