Phan One Shots

Coffee Is The Best Apology.

i cant recall ever entering a small park at any time, or seeing a pond anywhere nearby as i was running around the streets of my hometown.

but here i was, flailing my arms and watching as my pastel pink jumper slowly but surely got drenched by the water that i had been suddenly engulfed in.

as i finally realized i was in no danger of drowning what-so-ever, i opened my eyes to see a man in front of me.

holy hell, was he attractive.

his hair was a glorious shade of ebony with a blue tint at the tips, and his eyes a shade of blue that couldn't be described in words. needless to say, it wasn't the pond i was drowning in.

"s-sir? are you okay?" i finally snapped out of my thoughts as he spoke up a bit louder.

i had no idea how long i had been staring at him.

"crap.. i'm so so sorry, i tend to daydream and-" i began before he cut me off.

"no, it's okay, i'm the one that should be sorry.. i wasn't watching where i was going. need a hand?" he asked as he held out his tattoo infested arm, waiting for me to take his tender, pale hand.

he lifted me and the flower crown i had been wearing out of the water and held me steady before letting go.

i blushed slightly as i began to study his features a bit more.

he had a nose and lip ring, along with a small amount of eyeliner on his waterline.

he was wearing a muse shirt with a pair of insanely tight skinny jeans -not that i was complaining- complimented by a pair of black vans.

"n-nice shirt." i said shyly as i realized i must have been staring again.

his face lit up as he smiled, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth.

"you like muse?! no way!" he basically shouted.

"y-yeah, they're great." i replied and mentally slapped myself for being so awkward.

"uh, hey, i've got to get going, but do you want my number so we can get coffee sometime? it's the least i can do for, well, knocking you into the pond..." the man rambled on and blushed.

"yeah, that would be great." dan responded and took his phone from his hand. he inserted his number and name in the phone.

he took back his phone and smiled.

"dan. a pretty name for a pretty boy. i'm phil." he said whilst placing the flower crown atop of my head.

i blushed and let out an inaudible 'thank you' before taking off in the opposite direction.