twelve

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dans pov
i decide to leave, not wanting to stay in this house full of loud intoxicated teens any longer than needed.
i mean, some stranger had just kissed me! i wanted to know why. i needed some air.
as i grab the handle of the large wooden door, i feel a warm hand on my shoulder. i look back. it's the blue eyed kid who kissed me.
"what do you want?" i spit out.
"hey, i'm sorry. can we start over? i'm phil." he puts his hand out for me to shake.
i still want to know why he kissed me but when i look into his soft, kind eyes, i found myself at a loss for words. after a few seconds i realize i have been staring at him for quite some time, which made him visibly uncomfortable,
"s-sorry," i blushed. "i'm dan."
i shake his hand. he smiles.

A/N: the part where dan is staring into phils eyes sounds so cliché. Also thanks so much for 300 reads!!!

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