phil was hurt.
he let dan hurt him.
he felt so stupid. dan had taken drugs, he wasn't himself.
but he told phil to fuck off.
and phil was too weak to deal with insults from someone he cared about.
yes, he cared about dan already. even though dan was so difficult to understand. he was like a blank page. you could never tell how he felt unless he told you. and phil wasn't used to this.
phil had his number now. dan never would've given it to him sober, but he was still glad. he had gotten no answer to his 23 texts, but he didn't care. dan was avoiding him. dan wanted to be alone. but phil wouldn't let him.
he texted dan again.
stop ignoring my texts. can i meet you today at your place? i just wanna talk. please. xx
he did not expect an answer, but checked his phone every few minutes as he walked to the music store.
he sorted cd's alphabetically, and helped customers around non-stop for almost five hours, then went to get a coffee on his break.
he heard a "pling" and reached for his phone, hopeful. it was just a text from martyn. phil groaned.
"hey phil! mum misses you. are you okay? have you talked to that guy again? xx."
phil chuckled. yes, he'd talked to that guy again. but he didn't really feel like telling martyn. he chose to ignore the text and finish up his drink. at this moment, boy with green eyes bumped into him, knocking over his coffee.
"oh, i'm sorry.. fuck.." the boy said nervously, lifting up the cup.
"that's okay. i was almost done with it anyway.." phil said, glancing at his slightly coffee-damaged phone. the screen showed his many unanswered texts to dan. phil hid it, embarrassed, but the boy with green eyes chuckled.
"so, this 'dan' isn't answering your texts, eh? you deserve better. i'm pj. nice to meet you." he said, shaking phil's hand. "i have to go, but if you ever need anything, here's my number. you're cute, phil. hit me up."
"how the hell do you know my name?" phil asked him, nervous.
pj pointed at his name scribbled onto the starbucks cup and smiled smugly.
"see you, phil." he said, and turned away, leaving a blushing phil confused but quite happy. he hadn't been flirted with in a while. he slipped pj's number into his pocket, forgetting about dan and his family for a little while.
phil wanted to have someone, a friend, who he could talk to about this. boast that a cute guy had just flirted with him to. but he was pretty alone. this was bothering him a lot more now.
his phone sounded with a notification, and phil felt hope bubble up inside him. it was dan.
dan: stop texting me.
oh.
right.
well, phil thought, you shouldn't have had high hopes, that's what you get.
