Phan OneShots

Flowers For The Cute Boy

What would you do when you walk to your locker and find a sticky note on it saying.

'You are cute'

And before you can even react you see a nervous boy standing in front of you his weight shifting from one feet to another and then his blue eyes barely even glances up before he hands you freaking sunflowers and runs off just like that.

Not even letting you explain that you are actually allergic to pollen.

That is exactly what happened to me today after lunch and I was awed and dumbfounded as I was standing there still holding the flower until I began sneezing but I couldn't throw it away.

"Dan" I heard PJ's voice. "Why are you holding flowers in the middle of the hallway?"

"Oh this" I said acting as if I didn't even knew it was there. "Lester gave it to me"

"Why?"

"I don't know" I said.

"Aren't you allergic or something to pollen?" he asked me. "Throw it away"

"Um yeah" I said. "I am just gonna do that" I said and PJ looked at me like I was on drugs before walking off probably to Chris.

I smiled at the flower sneezed again and kept it in my locker.

And when he got back home I found a little vase that no one used and filled it with water and the flowers. I kept it near the window far away from me. It was the first time someone had done something so sweet for me .

The next day I didn't really expect the lilies that Phil had left on my desk after History class. There was a little note with a heart on it and I could hardly stop blushing (and sneezing). It was evident that Phil had a crush on me and he had chosen the cutest way ever to impress me and even though I was allergic to flowers they were suddenly my most favorite thing in the entire world.

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I had almost every flower delivered to me in the course of the next few days. So many of which I had no idea even existed. Phil would sometimes just walk up to me and hand it to me and we were both such fucking cowards that we won't say a word to each other. I would then shove the flower in my locker. Sometimes he would leave it on my desk or even at my locker.

My allergy worsened and I would sneeze a lot, my eyes red at the same time but I never had the heart to tell Phil to stop mainly because he would feel guilty and I didn't want that and also because I enjoyed the flowers despite me never smelling them or touching them. It felt like the most heartfelt genuine thing anyone could ever give to me.

"Howell here" Chris said one day as we sat in the cafeteria. "Has been getting flowers everyday"

"Shut up" I mumbled blushing.

"Ooohhh who is the lover boy?" Louise teased.

"Nobody" I muttered.

"Lester" PJ smirked.

My cheeks reddened even more.

"But aren't you allergic to pollen?" Louise asked me a confused expression on her face.

"Yeah but he doesn't know"

"And you didn't tell him Daniel? He has been giving you flowers everyday" Louise said.

"I like them"

"But you can't even smell them? What's the point?"

As I was about to answer I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked back to see Phil smiling at me.