kik ⌲ phan au {IN EDITING}

VII

 phil / the next day 

     I woke up suddenly, being jolted awake. "Phil !" Dan yelled, smiling. "Let's go ! Get up!" He said, jumping out of his skin. 
     "What? Why? What happened?" I asked groggily, squinting to protect my eyes from the blaring sun. 
      "Nothing, unless you call a pancake craving something. NOW LET'S GO!!" He yelled, tugging on my sleeve. 
     When I finally got up, his smile matched the sun. "iHop!" He said, practically running down the block, his hands in the air. I laughed. He was such a dork.

     Once we got to iHop, Dan practically ran into the establishment. "Dan!" I yelled, struggling to keep up with him. "Slow down! I'm not a runner!" I stopped to catch my breath, keeling over. Dan stopped and turned around. 
      "Do you want blueberry?" He asked, giggling. 
   "Dan, if I could stand up right now, I would kick you." I said, smiling at him. He matched my smile and then ran into the iHop. I took a deep breath and ran toward the entrance. I bumped into him in a small corridor outside the main entrance, earning a glare from a small old lady inside, and knocking Dan and myself into a small plastic plant.
     "Thanks for at least waiting for me." I said, laughing and rolling off him. 
   "Anytime, buddy." I turned my head as if it was on a swivel, looking at him. He turned his head too, and I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. I quickly got up. 

     "Pancakes?" I asked. 
     "Pancakes." He said reassuringly. 

   We sat in a small booth across from each other. 
     "Hey, I have a question." Dan asked the waiter, who looked like she didn't want to be there. "May I get a kids menu? Like, the ones you colour?" He asked, smiling. She glared at him, and then pointed her pencil at me. "You want one too?" She asked, her eyes praying I said no. This only made me want to say yes more. 
     "Of course." I said, grinning. 
  She rolled her eyes at us, causing Dan to giggle. 

    When the waiter gave us our kids menus, Dan looked like a kid in a candy store. He was so cute when he was excited. He was angelic. 

     My mind scolded me, reminding me I had no chance. I mentally sighed, and began colouring. When he was done, he held up the menu to show me, as a child showing his mother a piece of art he'd done in school would have done. 
     I smiled. "It's beautiful, like you." 
  Only, I didn't say that. "Cute." I said, looking past the dinosaur plastered onto the paper and at his smile. His dimples. His rosy nose and cheeks from the cold London weather. 

     
"Absolutely adorable." I said one last time.

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