All day Dan thought about how different the situation with the handsome stranger could have been if he wasn't so awkward. Every time he got close to thinking about the man with raven colored hair wearing a black, low-cut tee with a black rose beautifully scarred into his right bicep, Dan wanted to crawl into a hole. Although he knew he was too insecure to go up and suavely ask for Phil's cell, something in the back of his head-his conscious, was it?-was nagging him to act, to do something-anything.
Dan planted the last flower in the now gorgeous garden that his group had created and pondered his options. He could return to the coffee shop and let fate take over-I know I have a four leaf clover on me somewhere-or he could simply go home and sleep off the weight that his brain caused him over how lovely Phil was. He's so pure for someone lodged so deep inside the city, but I'm definitely overthinking all of this. I think I'll just go home...
Dan felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. He was terrified yet wildly thrilled by the idea that it might be Phil, but-
"Hello? Are you there? Yes, dear, you can go home now." Dan turned his head to see the garden project director standing behind him, clutching her clipboard and smiling sweetly.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, I was just leaving."
"Okay, dearie, thank you for your help today."
Dan turned to leave, but the woman stopped him and leaned forward. "You seem to care so much about plants," she noted. "How would you like helping me out for the next few afternoons here with my children? You all would get along so well. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I would pay you, as well."
As this was the best offer Dan had received in his month of "real job" surfing, as his parents called it, Dan agreed immediately. While she gave him details of the work he would be doing, Dan's mind drifted back towards the Starbucks that Phil had left hours ago. He probably went to his very own flat, dropped his work apron off by the front door and grabbed a guitar. Dan would not be surprised in the least if Phil were in some underground band; how intimate... A punk rock boyfriend is just what Dan needs to serenade him to sleep... And to be able to see him for the next week, and possibly for the rest of his life, if this job becomes permanent...
Dan learned his lesson from earlier in the day and payed attention to when it was his turn to talk. After gathering all of the information he needed for the week ahead and the names of his new coworkers, Dan politely thanked the woman for her offer, said his goodbyes, and started home with a skip in his step and a fresh yellow rose in his overall's front pocket.
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Bloom >> phan
FanfictionDaniel Howell, quite literally labeled a "flower prince", has taken the initiative to garden in a community volunteer session. On his break later that day, he meets a very nice looking man, cloaked in tattoos, who serves him his coffee before going...
