Dan is sitting in a coffeeshop when suddenly a stranger comes up to him with a very weird, yet amusing question... (@@CaptainDwobbit and @@AtticEmma don't kill each other pls I love you both)
I'm sitting in the coffeeshop with my espresso, like every morning. The warm cup in my hands, the music in the background, watching people as they come by, living their ordinary lives. I've always liked this, just looking at others, coming up with possible stories. For example that woman over there, with her glasses and her severe look, is probably from the CIA, looking for a mass murderer. And that boy over there, with the bright blue eyes and the dark hair, who acts so nervous, he must be the killer the agent is looking for. I smile by myself. Everyone always used to tell me that I had a huge imagination. They were all right. The blue-eyed "killer" looks at me. Maybe I'm his next victim? He walks over to me. I wonder what he'll tell me. "I'm Phil," he says, a blush crawling up his cheeks as he stands there, avoiding eye contact. "I'm Dan", I answer. I really hope my imagination wasn't right today. "Listen," the boy says," this might sound crazy, but I really need your help right now." He looks over his shoulder, all fragile and nervous. He doesn't act like a murderer, more like a victim. I decide to trust him. "There's this girl that's fallen in love with me somehow, but I don't like her, and I'm gay, but she won't believe me, so I told here I have a boyfriend and now she wants to meet him, but I don't have one, I just lied to get rid of her, you know? So, and this is the crazy part, can you please play my boyfriend when she gets here?" I raise my eyebrows in utter suprise. Well, that's a way better story than the one I came up with. He looks so shy standing there, sheer panic in his eyes. "Today's your lucky day, I guess." I wink playfully. "I'm an actor, and bi, so you can calm down. I'll play with you." The sight of relief and suprise on his face makes me smile. He never thought I'd agree to that. He looks over his shoulder and sees a girl walking towards the coffeeshop. She's blonde, with sparkling grey eyes and a lot of make-up. She clearly dressed up for this too, I think, when I see her high heels and short skirt. The victory she expects is visible in every move she makes, from the little smile on her red lips to the confident steps she takes. That is until she sees Phil here with me. She freezes, her mouth falls open and I see the disbelief when I take Phil's cold hand in mine. He turns to me and frowns a little. "Trust me", I say confidently. He nods, unsure about what's going to happen. The girl walks towards us, her facial expression back to a mask of confidence. She's looking for an explanation. "And who's this?" The anger in her voice is about to explode. "Hi Kate. May I introduce you to Dan?" Phil points at me with a big smile on his face. He enjoys the fact that his plan is actually working, and I enjoy the sight of his ocean eyes. "Hi", I greet her. Her eyes are about to pop out, so full of rage. She still can't believe that she can't have him. "Are you... Are you really his boyfriend?" "I am." She's looking for a way out, something to prove herself that is a lie. I know what she's about to say. Phil knows it too. But yet here we stand, I'm smiling, Phil's panicking and Kate's about to say the two words that are her only hope on the truth. "Prove it." Her look is hard as stone, her arms crossed. Phil's fingers start sweating. He doesn't know what to do, but I do. "Of course." I lean over to Phil, who's now on the edge of pure fear. We lock eyes, the blue and the brown irisses are only a few centimeters apart. "It's okay", I whisper so that only he can hear me. He closes his eys, and I'm so close that I can see every single eyelash. While closing my own eyes, I press my lips against his. That girl, Kate, must be completely startled now, but I don't think about her anymore. This feels good. I feel that Phil relaxes, and that he enjoys this. He kisses me back. Everything melts away. The boy smells like flowers and sunshine, tastes like chocolate and heaven. To be honest, I've never kissed a boy before. If I'd only known... God, I never want this to end. It feels like flying. Eventually, Phil ends the kiss, and I open my eyes to stare in his blue oceans. "Hey," he says with a sore voice," this might sound crazy, but... Do you want to be my real boyfriend?"
"I'd love to."
