Fools ~punk!phil pastel!dan mpreg~

2

Present Day

I groaned as I finished with my last customer. I worked at a coffee shop, commonly known as Starbucks.

I saw many blonde girls with their big sunglasses and their booty shorts there and some soccer mums as well.

Some of the blondes (obviously dyed/bleached) would try to hit on me and when I said the 'g' word they would get angry. Sorry for being gay? What the fuck am I going to do? Change so you could have a one night stand?

"Danny boyy," Chris sing songed as he scooted me over to refill the cash register.

"Don't call me that," I scolded him and he just giggled.
"Whatever Dan," he put some coins in and notes.

Me and Chris were still friends.

He closed the drawer and I thanked him.
"Slow day huh?" He asked, starting small talk.

"Yea... I got 2 numbers tho..." I trailed off and showed the numbers.

"I'll burn these for you," Chris laughed and shoved them in his pocket.

"So.... how's PJ?" I asked Chris politely.

Chris and PJ met at a graduation party and they haven't separated since.

"He's fine, he's probably scrolling through twitter or tumblr, on his break right now. Our flat is doing well... if PJ learns to not leave his socks everywhere," Chris complained and I laughed.

"Relationship goals," I chuckled and he did too.

"So... have you got a cat yet or are you still waiting? Because you sound so lonely all the time."

I looked at him and laughed.

"Crazy cat Dan," I said and he laughed.

"What about a car?" He asked and I pondered.

"We're in London... it's impossible to drive here.".
Chris nodded in agreement

"True fam," Chris nodded again and I gave him a weird look.
"Fam?" I asked and we bursted out laughing.

"Wait Dan what is your favourite coffee here?"

"Whatever is cheap... cheap tastes good."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"My taste is cheap, cheap cheap..." Chris started to babble.

The door opened and he stopped.

"Speaking of cheap..." Chris muttered in disgust whilst I stared at him.

Phil fucking Lester.

"I haven't seen him years," I whispered, keeping my voice as low as possible.

He walked over to a booth and pulled lut his phone, dialing a number.

"Twat," Chris scowled and I hit him.
"Chris," I scolded him like a mother as we watched Phil curiously.

Does he remember me? Is he dating? Married? Does he have a job and flat? A house?

The questions drowned my mind in an endless sea in curiosity.

"Hey, Louise what do you want again?"
Silence
"Okokok, calm down Jesus, bye babe love you... shut up. Don't start this now just let me get you coffee."

Silence.

"Fine. Bye." He ended the call and looked into my eyes.

Brown on Blue.
Light on Dark.
Pain and Sorrow.

He sighed and walked up to me.

"Hey..." he awkwardly said.
"Hey Phil! What're you getting?" I tried to be very nice but I think I over did it.

"Just 2 regulars, one with 3 sugars and creme and the other with 5 sugars no creme."

I nodded and made his coffee.
Chris stared at him.

"Hey Chris," Phil greeted him jovially.

"Hi Phil," Chris said a bit bitter.
Phil shot his gaze onto me and I turned around and smiled lightly.

"Still rock the punk look?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Still rock the pastels?" He retorted and I giggled.

" Yes I do," I answered matter of factly.

I handed him the drinks and he gave me the money for it.

"So you work here now? With Chris too?" Phil asked taking a sip out of his coffee.

"Uh yeah. Me and Chris are still bffls. We work here yes," I jumbled my words up in a nervous laugh.

He nodded.

"Where do you work?" I asked.
"Um, the convenient store over there," Phil pointed to the little shop across the street.

"Oh cool. Who's that coffee for?" I tried not to sound like a jealous ex but I was curious.

"Oh um... my wife, Louise... I really don't know why I'm getting her it, she's being rude. We also have a child Darcy."

I nodded.

I could hear the pain in his voice. He hated her, I could hear it.

"Well I need to get back to counting money bye," Chris waved and walked away.

Phil did an exaggerated frown and I laughed.

"How is she being rude?" I asked curiously, acting like Phil's marriage counselor.

"She just wants to fight all the time. 'Get a better job' 'spend more time with me', all that jazz..." he trailed off and sighed.

"I am the only one that works, she doesn't have 'time' to work, even though my brother is willing to babysit " he complained.

"Sorry about that rant um... how are you doing?" He asked.

"Well I live alone in a flat," I laughed.
"Awww that sucks, at least you have Chris to keep company?"

"Nope, he lives with his boyfriend in a flat... they are literally goals I'm not even joking." Phil laughed at how I sounded so girly/becky.

"Hey Dan, I have a question," Phil started and I silently gulped.

What is he going to ask?

"What?"

"I want to hang out sometime so I was wondering... if you wanted to catch up?" He asked nervously and I smiled friendly.

"Sure, give me your number," I told him and he wrote it down on a nearby napkin with an old pen from his shirt pocket, it's ink was black and old.

He wrote down his number and stuck it into my shirt pocket. He smiled fondly at me and asked for mine. I willingly wrote mine down on a napkin and handed it to him.

"Call me when you want to hang out," I told him considering he has work and a family.

He nodded and I nodded back.
"Bye Phil," I waved him goodbye.
"Bye Danny," he waved too and walked out the door.