pyromania // phan

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phil and i skyrocketed from there.

every single day, i visited the shop. i would sit on the counter and talk to him and help around the shop if phil needed it. otherwise, him and i would just go out of the shop. we went over to a starbucks early in the morning, so it was a bit crowded. however, we found a semi-secluded area where we could just sit with his coffee and my tea and our cake pops. this was maybe two weeks after him asking me out.

"so," phil started, "have you got any plans for saturday night?"

i picked my tea up, "no, but isn't that christmas eve?"

phil nodded, "mhm. and, i don't have any plans, and neither do you, so..." phil dragged out the 'so.'

i rolled my eyes, taking a sip before responding, "so... what?" i wanted to tease him a little so i hid the grin that was fighting to come on my face.

"maybe, we could, i don't know, we could go out somewhere?" phil asked, blushing a good bit.

i put my tea back on the table before asking, "okay, firstly, why are you so nervous? you asked me out two weeks ago by serenading me. secondly, i don't think there'd be any place that's open on christmas eve, is there?"

phil shook his head, "no, this one is open. but, it's a surprise." he grinned, and his beautiful smile made me almost forget the one reason we can't be together.

but as i fall deeper and deeper in love with him, i slowly keep forgetting that reason.

the reason seemed petty, now that i think about it. i mean, what did fire have to do with relationships? plus, the relationship would take a while to reach the point of us actually living together, so it would be a while before i would even have to mention the idea of being obsessed with fire.

it was so funny back then; phil had made me almost forget about my worst problem, the one problem that was and probably never will be solved; my pyromania.

but that wasn't my concern in that moment.

i shrugged and smiled, "okay, phil. i'll go."

phil smiled so wide and blushed as he looked down. i could see the beauty and joy radiating off of phil's skin, and it made me smile.

-

that saturday was the best night of my life.

phil showed up at my flat door at about five p.m., and he had a single rose in his hand and was dressed extremely winter-like. he was wearing an ugly christmas sweater we had gotten at the mall after the starbucks meet-up and some navy blue skinny jeans. he had his fringe combed neatly to the right and he wore a huge grin.

"are you ready?" he asked excitedly, and i nodded. i was in another ugly christmas sweater that i'd gotten the same day phil did at the mall with black skinny jeans. i had on black vans and my hair was kept off my forehead slightly, straightened.

"actually, wait..." i shook my head, patting my pockets. i felt my lighter, but i couldn't feel my phone. i motioned for phil to come in my flat, explaining that i needed to find my phone. he walked in and glanced around, complimenting my flat.

i went out in search of my phone in my bedroom. i lifted pillow cases, blankets, everything, only to find out my phone was on my bedside drawer the whole time. i huffed, grabbing it and walking back to the living room.

when i walked back in, the first thing i saw was phil standing by the couch in the corner of the room, trying to look normal but showing that there was obviously something wrong.