I had always been there for Phil. We were neighbors from the age of eight, when a mysterious blacked haired and blue eyed carefree young boy moved in next to my house along with his parents and a seemingly larger version of him, most likely an older brother. I was vastly intrigued with the boy and his presumably happy family considering that they all were wearing similes and had sparkles in their eyes the day they moved in.
When my parents discovered the fact that we had gained a unequivocally average family in the previously vacant house, they decided to welcome them by baking some snicker doodle and chocolate chip cookies. I was more than happy to deliver them the next day when my mother instructed me to. I had always respected her and didn't want to put any unnecessary stress on her as her job was already enough. She worked two jobs, an office environment and at a late night local diner down the street. She was forced to support my family when my father got injured pretty bad. He's a former undercover detective and before I was born he got a gunshot through his hip, shattering it. Although he has healed and is now pain free, the incident left him incapable of attending work.
I knocked on the door eagerly and impatiently hoping that the perplexing young boy would answer. I heard footsteps coming towards me and a few muffled phrases before the door began to swing open and reveal the same boy with the presumptive blue eyes from a distance and jet black hair. He had a confused look plastered on his face, understandable since he has no idea who I am.
"Hi." I begin.
"Well hello there." He stated with a look of interest.
Up close his eyes were more than I thought, specks of yellow and green littered the ocean colored appearance at first glance. His hair was a deep shade of ebony, with skin almost as pale as snow, but the contrast between his light completion and dark hair color made him desirable to look at. I smiled upon learning this.
"I brought you some cookies because we're neighbors now."
"Oh! That's so cool, what kind are they?"
"Snicker doodle and chocolate chip."
"Really?" He expressed, in disbelief and almost shock as I handed him the large red container. "These are my favorites! Thank you so so so much!"
"Your welcome. And my name's Dan by the way and I live right there." I pointed to the right of me directly at my house.
"Cool. My name is Phil and is it okay if I come over later for a play date? I would like to get to know you more, you seem awesome!"
"Um yeah that would be great, how about tomorrow at six thirty?"
"Yeah see you then. Bye Dan!"
"Bye Phil!" I watched as he turned and closed his large oak door behind him entering his house once again.
I skipped off happily back to my own house and told my parents about my so called 'play date' I had set up. My parents seemed really enthusiastic about it because I never really made friends that often, so when I did it was a pretty big deal. That night I went to sleep with a certain pair of seemingly blue eyes stuck in my head.
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Infatuation//Phan
Fanfictionin·fat·u·a·tion inˌfaCHəˈwāSH(ə)n/ noun an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. ___ The way she looked at Phil made Dan sick. Follow Dan through his journey of being in love with someone who simply doesn't love him...