The Beginning

Phil

There is a feeling of relief that i feel when i look into Dan's eyes. I am not sure where it came from, maybe the fact that he still exists and that I wasn't dreaming last night, but regardless, it's there. My whole body feels warm and awake when I see the outline of his body on the couch. He only does that when he is: a) having an existential crisis, or b) making sure that something really happened. I think i can guess what he's feeling, because I am feeling the same exact way. I finish making the tea he started, hand him his, and plop next to him on the couch. Laptop open, he stares at Tumblr with dull eyes. I could open my laptop, but i dont want to. I just want to stare at him, him staring at me, and he sort of is, because I am all over his Tumblr tag. "Hey, Dan" i manage to squeak out, my voice groggy and weak. Not even moving from his position: "yea?"
"Can we like, talk?"
His eyes grow slightly more wide, and his cheeks a bright shade of pink. I can tell he is embarrassed, from the way his lips are pursed shut and his dimples deepen themselves in his skin.
"Please?" I ask, one more time.
Sighing, the laptop then closes and he turns to me. I can tell he is staring at my neck; eye contact is a challenge for him.
"So about last ni-" I start, but he quickly jumps up from the couch and walks swiftly ot his room, saying "I need to go film," in a rushed voice.

Dan has always been so shy. With his loud voice and his bubbly personality, it seems as though he would be the opposite, but he isn't. So easily anxious, that boy. It isn't difficult to shake him up.

I decide to give him two hours. He can use those to "film" even though his room is silent, and he can use them to sort out all the events that took place. I am unsure why It didn't affect me the same way, but I'm not the one who i should be worrying about right now. He is. He always has been.