Flawlessly Flawed

Chapter 5

Word Count: 1784

Sleepily I opened my eyes to the sound of my Phil's text tone. I picked up my phone and squinted at the time and felt panic sink it. I OVERSLEPT!!!

I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom to turn on my straightener. Crap crap crap crap crap crap CRAP! 

I opened my phone to read Phil's text while I anxiously waited for the straightener to heat up. 

Amazingphil🦁

Wanna hang out today? We could go to Starbucks and catch a movie or somethin?

Hang out? But... School? I exited iMessage and checked the date, it's Friday... I face palmed. There's no school today, the teachers are having meetings or something.

Amazingphil🦁

yeah sure id love to starbucks and movie sounds great

I grinned excitedly, I love hanging out with Phil.

Amazingphil🦁

Wanna meet at the Starbucks by the theatre at like 11:30? Then we could watch Suicide Squad at 1:15. That is if u wanna see that 

sounds good I haven't seen it yet

I put my phone down and straightened my hair, I had an hour and a half to kill before meeting Phil at Starbucks.

I wandered over to my closet which had a lovely array of black, black, and would ya look at that, black. I picked a pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt and looked in the mirror. Nonono, different shirt. For an hour I stressed over my appearance.

Today I have to look good, I just have to. I quickly ran the straighteners through my already straight hair, probably just permanatly damaging them with the heat.

Bounding down the stairs I checked the time on my phone. Twenty minutes till when Phil told me to meet him at Starbucks, I'll just leave now. I'm too fidgety to sit still anyway.

As I walked down the street in the direction of the Starbucks in mind, I admired the monochrome scenery. While I'm excited for color, I also fear the idea of it. What if it's not all I make it out to be, what if it's too overwhelming, I'd never get my constant familiar shades back! 

No. Everyone seems happy with their color. It'll be ok, color's a good thing.

"Hey, Dan!" I heard a familiar voice as I neared the Starbucks, "fancy meeting you here." Phil was wearing black skinny jeans and maybe a blue shirt? It looked a similar shade to the sky which I knew to be the mysterious blue color.

I felt joy paint my face, "Hi Philly," oh my word did I actually just call him Philly?!? Does he think I'm stupid now? Is he on to me? Does he suspect I melt at the sound of his voice and crumble beneath his touch? Oh crap.

He showed no signs of annoyance or judgement, much to my relief. I know he's too sweet to do that, how could i think he'd be like that.

"I'll buy your coffee, Dan," Phil stated more than offered. He really is an angel in disguise isn't he.

"Oh you don't have to, its ok," I shook my head, "I can pay for myself."

"I know I don't have to, but I'm gonna," he insisted, he definitely won't be taking no for an answer. "So what do you want?" 

I quickly scanned the menu since it was our turn to order, "caramel macchiato, please."

Phil turned to the teenage girl behind the counter and placed his order, "two caramel macchiatos, for Dan and Phil, please," I loved the way our names sounded when paired with each other. Especially when coming from his mouth.