Notice me || Dan and Phil

Knows who I am

I take a seat in my usual spot on the cold grass. I comfortably position myself with my back against the wooden tree and my knees bent to support myself. I pull out my sketch book and place it down on my thighs. I flip through the pages, stopping when I land on the drawing I drew of the scenery from where I'm sat. I compare my drawing to the real life scenery, smiling as its almost perfeclty identical. It's like my drawing of the skatepark was brought to life and now displayed in front of me. I've sat here watching the skateboarders flip and do tricks so many times I have memorized the usual skateboarders who come here, especially one in particular. I start flipping the pages again until I find the drawing of the lion surrounded in flames. Its not perfect, but with a closer look and some more time it could look like the original. I pull out my writing utensils and begin fixing it up. 

"Look out!" A voice yells in my direction. I daze off my drawing and notice a skateboard coming right towards me. My first instinct is to use my sketchbook to cover my face. Very protective Dan.

My heart skips a beat as the skateboard lands inches beside me. I turn my head and my heart skips a beat to the familiar design printed underneath the board. I peak my eyes over my sketchbook, and he comes running my way.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Phil worriedly asks me. Every muscle in my body turns numb and freezes as I realize he is talking to me.

Phil fucking Lester is actually talking to me.

"I umm... I-" I try to form a sentence but my mouth wont cooperate with my words. He leans down to grab his skateboard, making my heart beat heavily as he stays crouched beside me.

"I'm really sorry for almost killing you with my skateboard. I'm usually pretty clumsy so having it fly right from beneath my feet doesnt surprise me." He apologizes. I wouldnt mind if his skateboard smacked me in the face and knocked me out.

"It's- it's alright." I reassure, my voice coming out more shaky than intended to. My breath gets caught in my throat as he stares in my eyes. I swallow hard and look down to avoid any thoughts that's about to pop into my mind. I can't even think clearly anymore. I swear this feels like a dream. I have to be dreaming right? His eyes follow mine and convert down to my sketchbook.

"That drawing looks familiar." He notices. I focus on my drawing of the lion surrounded in flames. Suddenly Im hit with this gut wrenching feeling when the drawing I drew is the same design printed underneath is skateboard, and now he finally knows.

"Oh I'm sorry. I saw the lion under your skateboard one day and thought it was really cool so I decided to draw it because it was really interesting and I like drawing and..." I quickly apologize, my voice giving out from rambling. I take a deep breath to help calm myself. My hands grip my sketchbook as I can feel my entire face turn red from embarrassment. Phil chuckles and gives me a soft smile. That smile shines, sending butterflies into my stomach. His smile is so pure and looks delicate I can't believe he's smiling at me.

"It is cool, thats why I picked it." He says. He turns his skateboard over and looks down at it. I take a glance to get a close look on it. He looks back over at my sketchbook and his smile grows. "Wow. Its really similar." He compares. "Although I think in your drawing you should make the lion a vampire with blood dripping from its fangs and clear white eyes. I wanted to originally do that but they wouldnt go for it." Phil says. He doesn't think I'm a creep for drawing something that's clearly not that noticeable, and is now giving me some ideas one what to add to it. Am I sure I'm not dreaming?

"Alright. I will add that." I say, trying to keep calm even though on the inside I'm screaming.

"Phil. Get your butt back out here." His friends call out to him. Phil sighs and nods his head in their direction. He turns back to me.

"Well, I should get back." He says as he stands up, making my heart break a little. This is the first ever real interaction we have ever encountered in, I don't want him to go away. "Again, sorry for almost bruising you with my skateboard." He apologizes again.

"Its okay."

"You should show me the drawing when you are done." He says. I nod my head. "And maybe you could show me some more of your drawings sometime? From what I can tell you are very talented and I find your style interesting." He acknowledges. My heart stops to his suggestion. He actually wants to talk to me and see more of my drawings? Oh my god my mind is boggled with thoughts I might actually scream.

"I would love to." I happily exclaim, feeling every emotion inside of me screaming at me all at once. He smiles and nods his head.

"Okay. See you around Dan." He finishes before turning back and getting right back onto his skateboard. I smile and nod my head, then I'm hit with the sudden relization.

DAN. DAN IS IN ME DAN? DID HE JUST SAY MY NAME? HE ACTUALLY KNOWS MY NAME AND WHO I AM? AND HE ACTUALLY LIKES MY DRAWINGS AND WOULD LIKE TO SEE MORE?

My crush, someone I've wanted to get noticed by for so many months now actually knows I exist and wants to see me more... I'm not okay I promise.