Phan One-Shots

Blue

A/n: weekly oneshots are fun because I can be totally self-indulgent and write whatever bs comes to mind, so here's the most cliche thing you'll ever read in your entire lifetime

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 7,155

Summary: au where everything is black and white until you kiss your soulmate

Warnings: unbearably cheesy and general teenager awkwardness,  very light implied internalized homophobia

*Dan's POV*

I grinned, bouncing eagerly up the familiar worn steps of the neighboring house to my own.

I lifted my hand to knock before pausing, my eyes widening as I caught sight of myself in the window. Admittedly sidetracked for a moment, I put all of my effort into smoothing my hair down. Really, what was I thinking going to visit Phil without even glancing in a mirror first? I could practically hear the playful comments about my damn hobbit hair that Phil poked fun at so much.

Still, I didn't really have time to run back and straighten it now, especially when I was already here and everything. It wasn't like I'd been waiting for the chance to see Phil again all day or anything, a hopeful smile gracing my lips every time I saw someone walking down the road and assumed it might be my neighbor finally coming home from school.

By the time I finally caught sight of him, actually him and not some stranger that looked vaguely like him, I was so close to falling asleep with my face pressed against the window that it wasn't even funny. It didn't take me long to dart outside and across the yard, but by the time I reached his house, he was already inside. Meaning I had to knock, awkwardly enough.

I sighed, raising my hand again, surprised when the door swung open before my knuckles had even grazed the familiar pattern in the wood.

"Hi, Mrs. Lester!" I greeted warmly, lifting my hand and waving in greeting. She paused her rush out the door, looking me over with a small smile. I shifted nervously under her gaze, standing on my tippy-toes to attempt looking over her shoulder. "Is Phil home?"

"He is... but I'm not sure if he wants any company right now." She explained gently, stepping past me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Up until that point, I'd been pretty hopeful that I'd managed to mostly hide the way my face fell upon hearing Phil might not want me around. The careful way she was taking the time to break the news to me, rather than rushing past to continue what she was doing, said it all.

I sighed, looking up at her through the mess of a fringe hanging over my eyes. "He had a pretty rough day, you know how public school is."

"Right." I muttered, trying and failing to hide how much it bothered me to know Phil hadn't had a good day. That was almost worse than him simply not wanting to see me, it meant that he'd holed himself up to sulk about whatever had happened. I hated the idea of him facing that alone.

I turned around, bounding off and hollering back to her over my shoulder. "Thanks! Let him know that I stopped by!"

She seemed surprised by how easily I'd let it go, not even trying to shove past her and insist that he'd want to see me anyway, but she didn't verbally acknowledge as much. I was thankful for that, it would have made me feel rather guilty for what I was about to do.

I ran around back into my own yard, only to sneak through the hole in the fence right back onto Phil's property instead. I grinned to myself, wiping my hands off on my jeans and walking over to the familiar spot I always ended up at times like this. It didn't always give me the outcome that I wanted, but it was the best shot I had.