phan oneshots

the boy (fluff)

Phil watched the boy each morning intently from his locker.  He watched the boy stroll into school each morning, wanting to join him.  He watched the boy fumble around with the combination lock for a moment before he unlocked it, wanting to aid him.  He watched the boy root through his locker in search for books, wanting to find them.  He watched the boy shut  the locker and occasionally drop his books in the process, wanting to pick them up but instead giggling at the adorable clumsiness.  He watched the boy march down the hallway to his first class, wanting to go with him.

Though Phil watched the boy everyday, he'd never come to learn the boy's name.  So, in Phil's mind, he was 'the boy'.  The mystery boy that Phil watched from his locker down the hall.  He'd been watching the boy for about six months now, maybe seven.  Though Phil watched the boy everyday for over six months, he'd never gathered the confidence to talk to him.  He just watched.

Phil watched the boy each day at noon eagerly from his locker.  He watched the boy saunter up to his locker each day at noon, wanting to approach him.  He watched the boy blunder with the lock again, wanting to help him with it.  He watched the boy forage through his locker for his lunch, wanting to point out that it was on the top hook where he'd left it that morning.  He watched the boy close the locker and rarely drop his lunch, wanting to say something to him.  He watched the boy plod down the corridor and into the cafeteria.  

Phil didn't think his watching of the boy was creepy.  He thought it was rather normal, anyone could be watching anyone in the busy highschool hallways.  So why was it so strange for him to watch this boy at his locker three times a day?

Phil watched the boy each day at lunch sit down at a small table alone each day, wanting to sit down beside him.  He watched him open his lunch bag and pull out a sandwich, wanting to have his sandwich beside him.  He watched the boy also pull a book out of his backpack, wanting to ask him about his taste in literature.  He watched the boy eat his lunch and read his book, wanting to eat and read with him.  He watched the boy pack up his lunch and book and exit the cafeteria, wanting to go with him.  But he couldn't.

One of the things Phil noticed first about the boy was that he always seemed to be alone.  So one day he decided to further his investigation on the boy by asking his friend Louise, who seemed to know everything about everything, "who is the boy with the brown hair who always sits alone and reads over there?"  So Louise told Phil everything she knew about the boy.  

Phil discovered that the boy was called Daniel and that he was two years younger than himself.  He had also learned that Daniel was rather intelligent which tended to leave him somewhat antisocial.  And by just finding out these few facts about the boy- Daniel- Phil became much more enveloped in his watching.

Phil watched Daniel each afternoon trudge to his locker at the end of the day, wishing he could to run to his locker and say something to him.  He watched Daniel fiddle with his lock again, wishing he could reach over and guide his fingers across the metal.  He watched Daniel dump the books he didn't need into his locker and stuff his lunch and other books into his bag, wishing he could hold the bad for him so he didn't have to balance it so precariously on his knee.  He watched Daniel push the locker door closed and slog down the hallway and out the door, wishing he could walk him home.

And one day, after months of watching and wanting and wishing, Phil had grown too sick of it to wait anymore.  So at lunch, Phil stood up from the table that consisted of a few school friends and acquaintances,  and he walked over to the table where the brunette boy- Daniel- was sitting alone, reading his book and chewing on what appeared to be a B.L.T. sandwich.  At first, Daniel didn't notice Phil.  Then Phil cleared his throat with a grunt.

"Hi, I'm Phil," he spoke, adding a smile at the end.  He extended his arm for the younger boy to shake and he took it, their knot of fingers bobbed up and down a few times before it was untied.  The handshake made Phil's heart pound in a way that it never had before.

"Hello, Phil, my name is Dan." Phil's jaw nearly fell open at the sound of Dan's voice; it was a glorious sound.  But Phil quickly snapped out of his momentary daze so not to seem too odd.

"Nice to meet you, Dan."  Dan. Dan. Dan.  Even his name sounded beautiful to Phil.  The single syllable nickname the brown-haired boy had used on himself somehow sounded like an entire song to Phil.

Dan and Phil sat together, and they ate their lunches and talked about books.  And after that, Phil walked Dan to his locker and he helped him with the combination lock, and he held Dan's schoolbag whilst Dan poured his books inside and Phil held it when Dan closed the locker and Phil walked Dan to class. 

Once school was over for the day, Phil helped Dan at his locker again so nothing was dropped or forgotten and no locks were fussed about.  Phil walked Dan home that day, they walked and they chatted about books and school and Phil loved that though Dan was a few years younger, he could still keep up a conversation if Phil wanted to discuss what he was working on in school.

After walking Dan home, Phil started to walk back to his own house and as he walked, he began to beam from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat because after months and months of watching and wanting, he'd finally gathered enough courage to talk to the boy.

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AN: hey! thanks for reading. okay, how did you find this? i'm literally sleep deprived writing this so i don't know. it feels a little creepy to me but i kind of like it too. don't forget to vote and comment if you liked it. or at least give me some constructive criticism if you didn't. have a great day/night. :)