The Different Views of Procrastinators *on hold&closed*

5.Procrastinators on the Internet: Part 22~Dan's POV

Dan's POV:

“You’re actually going on a date with her?” Phil quizzed me as I checked my phone for the hundredth time since I’d asked Mia to go on a date with me last night. I didn’t know what I’d been thinking. I didn’t regret asking her or anything, I’d just made the decision in the moment, when I’d felt vaguely confident that she might actually like me. Now, every ounce of doubt was prodding at me with bony fingers, making me suspect the worse from the situation. I was partially expecting her to send me a text declining my offer, even after she’d said yes. Plus, I needed to keep an eye on the time. I needed to be there on time.

“I wouldn’t be awake this early otherwise, would I?” I sighed in defeat as Phil tried to force a mug of coffee towards me. I lifted the plain red mug to my lips and took one sip, before leaving the coffee by the sink.

Phil gave a grunt into his own mug as he shrugged lightly. His blue eyes watched me judgingly from over the brim of his own coffee mug as he spoke, “You’ve only known her for a day.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy being around her,” I pointed out. “It’s just a date.”

“I know. I just thought that-”

“What?”

Phil visibly bristled at my unintentionally harsh tone. “She’s a fan, Dan. I thought you were on the fence about dating a fan?”

“She’s not- it sounds stupid on ridiculously cliché to say it aloud, but she’s, well…she’s different,” I managed to tell him. I felt a sigh rise up through me which I released as I flopped down into one of the breakfast bar stools. “You said so yourself that she was very reserved about the whole ‘being a part of the Phandom’ thing,” I sighed and rested my head in my hands, running my fingers through my hair, making my hair stand on end.

I’d told Phil about some of the things Mia had said about being regretful that she was a fan. There was just something about how she didn’t like talking about it, and of how she actually wanted to get to know me rather than the persona I had as Danisnotonfire, which intrigued me about her.

“It’s eight thirty. If you really want to be there on time, you’d better go now,” Phil told me. I glanced at the glowing digits of my phone clock and my breath hitched. I was going to be having breakfast with Mia soon. Oh Christ.

My limbs froze, my joints fusing together and forcing me to stay in my seat. I couldn’t do this. I hadn’t been on a date in a few months, and that last date had ended with me knocking myself out by not ducking when I went through a doorway. My date had been pretty put off by that, and I couldn’t blame her. I always seemed to muck up at times like this.

“Dan? Did you hear me?” Phil said a little more softly than before. “You need to go now.” I didn’t look up at him, keeping my head in my hands. My best friend sighed. The seat opposite me shifted and squeaked as he presumably lowered himself down into the chair. “Look, if you like her, which you obviously do if you asked her out for breakfast, which was a stupid thing for you to do, I might add. You hate mornings,” he laughed at the notion of it, also prompting a mild chuckle from me. I was surprised that Phil had managed to make me smile when I was a bundle of dark thoughts and nerves, but then he’s always been good at that.

“You should just go and see her, at least,” he continued, “There are lots of gamer girls like her around, Dan, but as corny as it sounds, there’s only one Mia. Plus, she’s only here for a short amount of time, so you’d better make the most of it.”

I shook my head slightly as I looked up at him, my gaze meeting his. “Wow, Phil. Don’t get too emotional and heartfelt on me, or anything.”

Phil smiled at me jokingly, “Shut up.” I laughed with the exhale of my breath before slipping off the stool to stand on my feet. I grabbed my belt loops and hoisted up my jeans, having to jump slightly on my way to the door in order to get them to fit properly. I saw Phil shaking his head at me from the corner of my eye, but I ignored him, instead moving out to the hall to put my shoes and jacket on.