Phan OneShots

Take My Heart

Are you sure, Phil?' asked my mother.

'Of course I'm, survival of the fittest, mother. I'm not going against Darwin. Also I don't want unnecessary scars on my body.'

It's a known fact that we are all born to die. And frankly, I don't understand why it has to be made into such a big deal. If it were not for my mother I would have said that to the bunch of people outside my house, some of them with young kids, shouting slogans, waving placards, literally wanting me to cut one of my beating hearts out. "Save A Life. Donate!" they shout.

For someone who is one in billions, 7.125 billion to be exact, I expect to be treated better. Scientists are still befuddled regarding my condition that gave me two hearts in my mother's womb. But years of research and sticking needles into me have led them nowhere, and they have labeled me as a freak mutation. It's so rare - literally one in all humankind - that they didn't even name the anomaly (as they call it, I will call it awesomeness). I wanted to name the condition myself, something on the lines of Phil's Heartsawesome but the doctors aren't thrilled with the suggestion. Instead they want to cut one of them out and save a life. Huh?

An IQ of 180, increased concentration, exceptional athleticism and a phenomenal metabolism rate - are just the few boring benefits of an increased blood circulation. Why would I ever give that up?

My mother sighed I know she wants me to go with the surgery as well even though she doesn't say it because she knows I would never say yes. She soon turned around and left, I peek out of the curtains and the crowd hasn't dispersed at all. Wow these people need to get a life.

The crowd broke through as I ssw my dad's shiny white car coming in. He was home at last.

I left the windowsill and walked to the front door and open it."Hey dad wel-" I said but stopped mid-sentence when I saw a boy standing right next to my father with a smile on his face.

"Phil" my dad says."How was your day?"

"It was fine" I answer my eyes still on the boy. I know it's quite rude to stare but I cannot help it.

"Oh Dan" my dad says. "Come on in"

He smiles for a second before stepping inside.

"Phil, this is Dan. Dan this is Phil" my dad says.

He smiles at me and I smile back.

"Oh Dan is here already" my mom says appearing in the lounge.

"Hi" Dan said

How didn't anyone tell me that this Dan boy was going to be here today? Not even a single mention. Who is he and what is he doing here?

"You must be hungry" my father says to Dan. "Let's have dinner shall we?"

Dan just nodded.

We all walk into the kitchen. Dan sits next to me. He is unexceptionally quiet and also very attractive with brown hair and brown eyes.

My mum serves us dinner and for the rest of the time was filled with the sounf of clatter of plates and spoons. I mostly looked at Dan who had hardly eaten anything at all. When we were finally finished our dinner I saw Dan and my dad heading upstairs. I go to my mom.

"Who is he?"

"Dan, he is Mr. Howell's son"

"And?"

"He is gonna stay here for some time for his college courses"

"Okay" I said as I went back to my room. Soon I forgot all about Dan. I was sitting on the bed scrolling through my phone when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Dan in his night clothes standing smiling sheepishly.