Notice me || Dan and Phil

Secret admirer

"You can do this Dan. You've been wanting to give it to him for weeks now so stop being such a chicken shit and just do it." I say out loud to myself to finally find the courage to give someone who I have admired for a while now a letter that admits my feelings for them. I look down at the paper in my hand, rereading it for the 100th time making sure there are no spelling errors and checking to see if want to add or erase anything. I have been writing this for weeks trying to make it enough so that its not too bold yet still meaningful, but always end up trashing it. Every time I feel ready enough to give it to him I change my mind at the last second and end up throwing it away. I have written this so many times that it feels like I have been writing an essay, but that's because I want it to be perfect enough so that when I do give it to him he doesn't think I'm a creep but acknowledges that I'm interested. I gotta stop over analyzing it.

"Screw it." I sigh before folding the piece of paper into a small square. If I keep reading it over and over again I will either chicken out or waste the time I have to give it to him, so I have to go for it. For the passed year I have been so intrigued in this one particular figure that I have mastered his schedule pretty creepily and have finally came to the conclusion that I have fallen for someone who doesn't have a single clue of my existence yet I know most everything about him. Today, I'm taking the first step in finally getting myself out there for him to know of my existence and hopefully get his attention. Hes got to be the one to come to me first.

I look down the hallway to make sure the cost is clear. The bell is about to ring at any second so I only have so much time before the hallways fill into madness of teens. I head over to a locker, locker number 24 to be exact. I have memorized this locker so much to the point where I think I know the inside of his more than I do of my own. I glance both ways again. I take a deep breath before bringing the letter up to the top of his locker and squeezing it through the thin space. I push it all the way through and right then the bell rings through out the hallways, signaling me to get out of the way. I quickly run over to behind the wall I've become vey familiar with. I've hid here so many times this past year I'm actually disappointed that he has never caught me. I jump to the sound of doors opening. The hallway rises with a loud chatter of all different conversations. I block out everyone as I wait for the one I want. I place my back against the wall and look down at my watch. He has just finished gym, meaning he is on the other side of the school. It will take a little bit for him to get dressed and rush over here, giving me some time to prepare before he reads it. In the meantime I pull out my sketch book from my bag. I open it to the page of a design I've been drawing for a couple of days now. It's a really cool picture of a lion that's surrounded in flames, and once it's finished I hope it looks just like the original. I hope he will like it too.

My heart suddenly skips a beat to the familiar sound of a voice. His voice. The deepness of it echoing through out the hall. I smile to how I've pictured speaking to this voice countless of times but never once had the confidence to do so. I peak my head around the wall I'm hiding behind and he appears. I swallow hard as all the saliva in my throat turns dry. He just had gym, meaning his usual fringe has been pushed back and formed into a sweaty quiff. I love when his hair is like this because it makes him look older, and even hotter then he already is. I bite my lip as he walks closer, feeling those familiar butterflies develope through out my stomach. His 2 friends, Carson and Colton, following behind him. Their voices laugh up the now empty hallway. My hand grips my sketchbook when they all stop at his locker. Oh great. His friends are going to see the note some pathetic, quiet loser just wrote. They all are bound too laugh at me, well, at the note I have written.

My eyes catch the note the second his locker opens and watches as if falls, catching on his skateboard. His friends laugh all around him as he reaches down to pick it up.

"Oooh Phil, whats that?" His friend, Colton, asks. I guess I should have said who his name was. Phil is his name. If you want to know how even more creepy I am his full name is Philip Michael lester, and he is someone Ive been trying to get noticed by for almost a year.

Phil's bright, greenish- sapphire eyes scan the letter. Those eyes are so unbelievably beautiful that any time I see them I get lost in them. Its like staring into the ocean as they shine from the light, giving you a feeling of clamness. I want to go swimming in them.

"Uuuh nothing." Phil responds, his face turning a bright red.

"Oh yeah." Carson says in disbelief. He smirks over at Colton right before snatching the note from Phil.

"Hey give that back." Phil tries to grab the note back but Carson holds it out from his reach. He clears his throat and looks down at the note.

"Dear Phil. Wow, how formal." He begins reading it. Oh no. My hands immediately become sweaty as my stomach fills with embarrassment. Hes about to read my note. My note admitting that some weirdo creep likes some guy who doesn't know I exist.

"Give it back." Phil pleads for it, but he keeps it.

"You don't know me, or maybe you do. I'm in a few of your classes. I'm usually up in the front and keep to myself. Not sure if you have noticed me, but and I can't help but have noticed you." He reads out loud, making me turn as bright red as Phil. "I think you are really cool and very attractive and was hoping you would feel the same way back. Signed, your secret admirer." He finally finishes. He looks up at Phil, who's just as embarrassed as I feel.

"Sounds like you have a stalker." Colton comments, making my stomach turn in anger. I am not a stalker... okay maybe a little, but not in the way he is thinking. Phil finally recieves the note back.

"A love letter from your girlfriend?" Carson taunts. Phil scans the note again.

"Or maybe it's from your boyfriend?" Colton adds. A blush arouses on my cheeks to the thought of me being his boyfriend. I would love to be Phil's boyfriend, but we haven't even became friends yet. Phil's eyes widen as he looks back up, making the blue in the them become more prominent. He's really cute when he looks embarrassed. Kind of reminds me of a puppy who has just made mess and is giving that innocent yet guilty look.

"Stop it. You know I have neither." Phil reassures them. A smile appears knowing he is available. "This is probably some joke. They didn't even write their name. How am I supposed to know if I like them back if I don't know who they are?" Phil mentions. My heart drops. Dammit, maybe I should have written my name? No, that would have been a terrible idea.

"Doesn't sound like a joke to me." Colton says. Phil keeps his eyes on my note.

"Come on. Let's get heading to the skatepark." Carson says, hopping up and heading down the hallway. He places a hand on Colton to turn him around. They always go to the skatepark after school. And I would be lying if I said that I didn't follow him.

"I'll meet you two there." Phil yells out to them. He smiles down at the note. Oh my god. Hes smiling at MY note. He folds it back into squares. He places it into his jacket pocket before grabbing his skateboard in his locker. He shuts it and begins running down the hall. I swing around the wall as he passes by. That was surly embarrassing, but he smiled at my note. He isn't like his friends. He's actually sensitive with a kind and gentle heart and could possible want to date someone who is me. I just need to do more to make him notice me so that he makes the first move. He needs to notice me.