little prince // phan

chapter six // dinner date

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Dan stood at Phil's front door. Nerves coursing through his thin body. Chewing on his lower lip and nimble fingers fiddling with the waistband of the ripped mom jeans he sported. The fishnet stalkings that clung to his legs beneath the heavier fabric feeling hotter than before.

Finally gaining the energy and nerve, Dan held up a tiny fist. Hitting it softly on the wooden door. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. Still hoping Phil heard the soft thumps.

After what seemed like ages of Dan tugging at the sleeves of his pink bomber jacket that accented the pink baseball cap he wore, the raven haired boy opened the large door. A small grin on his face already bright face.

'Hey, Tiny!' Phil said. His tone sounding level and happy. Making a small shiver rip down Dans spine. Blushing slightly at the nickname given to him.

Phil always had this affect on the smaller boy. Though he never noticed. He was just a hopeless flirt after all. Not knowing the consequences of his actions.

'Hey.' The smaller boy mumbled. Looking down at his pink converse that conveniently matched his hat and jacket.

'Come on in, Silly.' Phil laughed. Opening the door even wider to let the tiny boy walk in. Sliding off his shoes and jacket, revealing a white shirt that held a small and simple stitched on rose in the corner.

'Let me take that from you.' Phil said. Grabbing the jacket from Dan gently. Not wanting to frighten the boy before him with any sudden actions. Knowing that the deep brunette was someone that could scare easy.

Dan blushed once again. The dominance of the taller boy always had an affect on Dan. Constantly leaving the hobbit haired boy in a blush filled state. He didn't mind though. He trusted his whole being with Phil and opened up to him in every way.

Dan was sure he was falling for the dark haired boy. He would never admit it though. Because deep down he knew he'd regret it. Maybe he was right too.

'I'm glad you came.' Phil spoke up. Breaking the silence that sat between the two boys. It wasn't uncomfortable, no. It was far from it actually. It was the most fitting silence Dan ever had the chance to stand in. He adored those moments. 'I would've gone insane if your beautiful face didn't show up.' He added. Chuckling slightly.

Then, not so shockingly, that blush came back. Coating Dans cheeks like a fresh coat of paint. It embarrassed the flustered boy, but the other male didn't mind. He found it pretty. He found Dan very very pretty. He wasn't too ashamed to admit that.

'Oh, i'm sure you could've survived.' Dan giggled. Covering his mouth with his small hands. Looking down at the black socks that covered his feet.

'No, i'm sure I would've died from heartbreak or something of the sort.' Phil shot back. Placing his hand on the small of Dans back. Leading him into the medium sized kitchen that sat beside his living room.

'You think too highly of me, Philly.' The hobbit boy spoke. Voice soft and small and innocent. His words only loud enough for Phil to hear with his own two ears.