chapter five
The movie was good, I guess, for my thousandth time or so watching it. I didn't pay much attention, honestly. Most of the time, I was watching Phil who was very intently watching the movie, showing all of the same reactions he had shown the first time we had watched it. And, once again, it was just as adorable as the first time, if not more.
Now, as happy as I may be, there was still confusion floating throughout my thoughts, sneaking up every here and there for it's sneak attack.
What are Phil and I, then? He never asked me to be his boyfriend or whatever.
As we were heading out of the theater, Phil gave me a little smile. One that could melt anybody's heart. It made me feel like my heart grew wings.
"I'll be right back," I began, grabbing PJ to stop him from walking away, "I kind of want to go get more candy before we leave."
I then let go of both PJ and Phil, and started the short journey to the counter, but Phil followed close behind. He grabbed onto my hand, now walking next to me.
"Hello, what would you like?" asked the woman at the counter.
"Just some skittles I guess," I said casually, kind of shrugging my shoulders indecisively.
"Alright, that'll be £3."
I gave her the money, and took the candy off of the desk. Phil was still holding onto my hand tightly. "Thank you," I said to the woman in the happiest tone I've ever used, turning around to walk away. I felt like nothing could hurt me in that moment.
Until she said it.
"Thank you, ma'am. Enjoy your movie, you two."
Everything hurt. I don't know why, since I'm used to being called a girl, but once she said that, my whole life felt like it was crumbling down. I was with the only two people who see me as a male, the only two people who see me as I really am, and I get called a female. I was finally starting to believe that maybe I'm not so feminine after all, and that one sentence destroyed all of those thoughts.
Phil was quick to turn around, though I was not. He was facing the counter, and I was not, so he grabbed the same hand he was holding before except with his other hand.
"You mean sir?" he asked, sounding more gentle than he looked at the time. He looked angry- no, furious. He looked like somebody had just personally offended him. He looked like somebody had just dropped his baby off of a 30 foot high mountain, he was so angry.
Without turning around, I squeezed Phil's hand tighter and said in a sort of mumble, "Phil, it's fine. You don't need to do this."
He looked at me, his blue eyes seeming soft. "I'm sorry. Am I embarrassing you? I know I don't have to. Do you want to go?" he questioned kindly, sort of turning his whole body towards me, ready to leave if I wanted to.
"I don't know. I've been called a girl all my life, this isn't much different."
"You sound sad. Are you sad? We can go. Let's go," he said quickly, glancing back at the woman at the counter and then turning around completely, once again grabbing my left hand with his right.
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Author's Note: This was out last week? My phone is fucking with chapters and now I'm really dissapointed because this chapter was longer!! None of my chapters fucking posted!! Ok!!
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My Name Is Dan (Phan AU)
FanfictionMy name is Dan. Not Danielle. I'm a 16 year old boy. I'm not a girl. I'm Dan. - [copyright ary asylum 2015] [any art used is mine unless otherwise stated]
