Bloom >> phan

That's What You Get (When You Share Your Affections)

     Phil was waiting on the couch in Dan's apartment, torn between sneakily reading some letters on the coffee table or plugging in guitar hero and making Dan stay to play with him.  No, that wouldn't work... He figured that he would just sit and wait for Dan to gather all of his gardening supplies together.  He lazily glanced around the room, his eyes settling on a suspicious stop.  I wonder what those are for?  Phil was referring confusedly to a various group of paintings in a collage, all of similar looking flowers.  Some looked better than others, as if the painter had attempted to perfect the drawing over many years.  Before he could piece together who the artist was, Dan sprung out of his bedroom dressed in a brown, potato sack-looking jumper and olive green skinny jeans matched with a tan tote bag filled with gloves, a shovel, and flower seeds.
     "Let's do this!"  Dan exclaimed, bounding towards the front door.
     Phil laughed and bit his lip.  "Dan, you look like Shrek."  Dan looked hurt, but retorted,
     "Yeah, well you look like Donkey, bitch, OHHHH!"
     "Anything can be shipped if you try hard enough," Phil said, winking.
     Dan made a face as though he was trying to appear disgusted.  "You're gross.  And I'm not going to write fan fiction about it to make your little fangirl heart happy."
     "Don't worry, I'm already one step ahead of you."  Dan's mouth hung open while Phil poked his tongue out through his teeth and laughed again.  Phil then stood up and said, still giggling like a child, "Are you ready to go now?"  Dan answered by laughing in return, the edges of his eyes crinkled and his sad dimple deepening.  Then the ogre boy stepped towards his grotesque friend with his left hand outstretched, which was gladly taken in by Phil's right.

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     On their way to the park, hands still interlocked, Phil began zoning out into his own world.  As it was midday, most of the people he usually took to analyzing were not there.  No children writing with chalk on the pavement, no men and women clothed in business attire, but there's still dog crap everywhere!  Phil tried to imagine how Dan must have been feeling right now.  He glanced over to Dan, who still looked uneasy, probably due to the rush, but the happiest Phil had seen him.  At that thought, Dan slowed his pace.
     "What are you looking at?" Dan asked.
     "Nothing that you should be worried about, Daniel."  Phil giggled again.
     Dan rolled his eyes and stopped walking.  "Okay, first of all," he took his hand out of Phil's and started counting on it, "Don't call me Daniel.  Secondly, what are you, five, giggling like that?  Grow up, mate."  Phil knew he was joking because Dan's dimple deepened yet again.  How can I keep it like that?
     Phil continued the teasing. "Mate?  Really?  You wanna go?"
     Dan tilted his head in confusion.  "Yeah I wanna go!...  Wait, where are we going?"
     "Out, after you are done working."
     "I like the idea of that."

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     Phil waited on a park bench while Dan met up with his coworkers.  He was intrigued by how smoothly awkward all of them were, even around all of the children who were usually playing by the street went to search for Easter eggs, sometimes crashing into one of the gardeners. The only concern on Phil's mind at the moment, however, was why Dan was acting awfully awkward around him, even when Phil asked him to dinner earlier.  He answered like he wanted to go out, but he didn't look the part.  Do I make him feel uneasy?  These thoughts continued all the way until it was about time for the sun to begin sinking behind the clouds.
     It took a while for Dan to finally walk up beside him.  What is up with him? 
     "Uhm, hi, Phil."
     "Dan, is something the matter?"  I don't want to come off as prying for information, but what else can I say?
     "Yes...  Well, no.  I just rescheduled another dinner, but I'm still...  I'm nervous about tonight."  Dan mumbled the last part, but Phil caught what he meant.
     "Well, if you're nervous," Phil tested the waters by putting his hand out, "We could go somewhere smaller?  Like my flat?"  Dan looked down sheepishly, but answered with a hopeful smile.
     "That would be nice."

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Already up the street of Phil's small apartment building, hands clasped together, Phil walked the taller Dan to the obnoxiously small front door.
"I know it's a nuisance, but you just have to duck your head under." Phil performed this with ease, while Dan, who clearly didn't hear him, smacked his head into the door frame.
"Bloody hell!" Dan shouted. Phil knew he shouldn't laugh, as this was their first date (I believe?), but he couldn't help but snort out of his nose. Dan looked up from where he stood, bent over with his hand holding his forehead. Some of his pain was seemingly faked, as he playfully glared at his punk friend. "Yeah, well I'd like to see you ram your head into one of these!"
"I have; that's why it's so funny!"
"Pft, whatever, mate."
"Hey," shouted Phil, "that's my line!"
"Then I'll bend your line to fit my comedic curves!" He's really good at comebacks!... Maybe a little too good...
"C'mon, let's just go already." Phil began leading Dan up to his third floor flat.
Once they reached Phil's floor, the door was unlocked by the stunning black-haired man and gently swung open. Phil gestured for Dan to go in front of him.
"After you, m'lady," Phil said, tipping an invisible hat on his head.
"Oh my god, dude, that meme died years ago!"
Phil had become accustomed to Dan's ranting banter, so he learned that if he just smiled and shook his head, it would be enough to shut Dan up for a while.
"I hate to be that guy, but what is there to eat - HOLY SHIZNICKS IS THAT GUITAR HERO!" Dan ran up to where the single plastic guitar leaned against the wall by the tv.
"Dan," Phil sighed, "You know very well that there are better guitars and better games in this house." Dan looked up at Phil from where he kneeled beside the stack of video games.
"You're right. Well, not about the game part - I heard that - but... Would you mind playing for me?"
Phil stood and thought about it for a minute. He knew he would have no trouble coming up with something to play with Dan's dream-like presence across from him, but he needed time to prepare.
"How about after dinner?"
"Sure. I'm up for whatever." Phil decided that Dan was a much cooler person than his flowery appearance led him to believe at first glance. Suddenly, Phil had an excellent idea.
"Actually, I have another plan. We'll eat, of course, but...  You see, I have an Internet, um, blog? Would you mind joining me on it?"
"Pft, what? Is it YouTube or something because, heh, that's... Dumb..." Dan looked restless for what seemed to be the hundredth time today.
"Yeah, it is, actually. Why, what's wrong with it?" Phil couldn't help but be a bit defensive.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm just," Dan sighed, "I have a channel, too, but I'm always so nervous about what other people will think about it." He leaned his back against the base of the sofa behind him. "And," he continued, "I found yours a few days ago."
"Well," Phil said, completely shocked. "You don't have to be ashamed about it." Phil went over and sat next to his friend. "And I was wondering why you were so uneasy about seeing me today. I just thought it was me being around you that was making you feel that way. Are you still up for filming a video with me?" Dan looked up at Phil from his slouched position, a new excitement dancing in his chocolate eyes.
"Is that even a question?"

AN:
Hey, it's me again; I'm not dead! I put this off to, uhhhhh.... Watch markiplier play outlast .-. It was totally worth it, though!
This time the title is Paramore (and feels oml) themed because I am SO HYPED for their new album!! Anyways, I think you know where this fic is headed, although it doesn't make much sense that it is set in Easter anymore. Whatever.
Anyway, stay out of trouble, drink a large glass of chocolate-y milk, and have fun reading this and whatever else I decide to start.
Much love,
-Em