dan p.o.v
I looked down at my drawing satisfied with how it turned out, maybe I should work on the mouth more though...
I looked up to where Phil was sitting to see if my drawing was accurate enough, to see that he surprisingly wasn't there.
"Oh my gosh Dan, that is amazing!" A deep voice said from behind me. I whipped around to see Phil standing smiling, adjusting his fringe a bit nervously, or maybe I was seeing things.
I CAN'T BELIEVE HE CAUGHT ME DRAWING HIM, I'M GOING TO DIE. OF ALL TIMES TO FINALLY TALK TO ME, HE CHOSE NOW! HE IS GOING TO THINK I'M A CREEP, I NEED TO NOT BE AWKWARD ONTO OF THAT, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.
I smiled trying to not show my mental breakdown.
"Y-you know my name?" Crap, so much for not being awkward. He is probably going to walk away, I alway ruin everything.
Phil looked at me for a few seconds before replying, "Of course I do, we have been going to the same school since elementary."
Well then.
"Oh. I just, um, no one every t-talks to me. I didn't think anyone, um, knew I existed.." I said closing my sketchbook, chewing on my lip in nervousness.
Phil sat next to me on the bench and smiled. "I know you existed, if that means anything. You are cute when you blush."
I must have gone bright all the way down to my collarbones. Did he just say I was cute?!?
"T-thanks?" I said awkwardly, looking up to his eyes for the first time, giving him a smile back.
Hope I don't look like a creep to him.
