Eyes | Phan A/U

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"Cheers, to the last year of university!" said my best friend Chris. They clinked their shot glasses together and downed the clear liquid. I could feel my face scrunched up and I stuck out my tongue.

After several more shots of vodka, we both started to stumble back to our dorms. We, unfortunately, did not have the same dorm, so we went our separate ways about halfway through the walk home.

While I was walking home, I saw someone sitting alone on the sidewalk. I then realized I was walking towards the person.

I walked up and said, "Um, hey. Why are you sitting by yourself?"

When the boy looked up at me his eyes were such a dark grey they were almost black.

Grey meant depressed. Black meant insane.

He put on an obviously fake smile and said, "Oh, don't mind me. I was just having a bit of alone time."

"Mind if I sit?" I asked.

"Not at all..."

I sat down and we sat in awkward silence for a few seconds before I asked, "I'm assuming this is your first year at Uni?"

"Yeah, it is. How'd you know?"

"You look too innocent."

"I promise you, I'm not." The boy said under his breath, not meaning for me to hear it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was very concerned about the boy's eyes.

"Nothing, you weren't supposed to hear that."

"You can tell me! I don't even know your name, how could I judge you? Also, I'm drunk, so I probably won't remember anything anyways." I said with a small, breathy chuckle.

"Alright, I'll tell you. You better forget!" The mysterious boy said reluctantly.

I sat in front of him, crossed my legs, and put mt hands in my lap like I was in Kindergarten.

The boy let out a small, forced chuckle and started, "I don't know why, but I always feel this way. I always feel like I'm worthless. I have struggles with my body. I always feel kind of fat, but I also don't exercise... Not to mention that I literally have no talents. I'm okay at piano, but that's pretty much it. The point is, everyone hates me, and I'd be better off dead. I'm such a burden on my parents. I never made good grades in school. I didn't read the bible as much as they'd like me too. They also don't want their only son to be g- never mind."

I said, "It's okay if your gay. I'm bi. First of all, your not fat. People probably tell you that all the time, but I'm being honest. I don't really believe in God, so that's fine there. Now, I've never heard you play piano... Could you show me sometime?"

"Sure, I would love to. Could I get your number?"

We swapped phones and put our numbers and names in each other's contacts.

We both got up, I uncomfortably hugged Daniel, and waved goodbye as he started to stumble home.

In the morning, I awoke to my phone making a bird noise, and a hangover.

Daniel: Did you forget?

Phil: Unfortunately, no. So, when am I going to hear you play piano?

Daniel: Maybe after lessons?

Phil: How about now?

Daniel: Alright, Phil. I'll see you soon. I'm in dorm room 379.

Phil: In about 20 minutes.

I practically flied out of my bed and rushed to the shower. I quickly washed, and got out in 5 minutes. I then put on some black skinny jeans and a blue and black flannel. I proceeded to blow dry my hair, and straighten it, in about 10 minutes. I sprayed on deodorant as I was walking towards the door, and was careful not to spray it in my eye. I grabbed my bag and ran. I didn't have to run very far because my dorm number is 373.

I knocked on Dan's door.

Dan opened the door and said, "Come on in. I just made some tea."

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Well, that's the first chapter. Hoped you liked it. (Who am I kidding, nobody's reading this.) They will eventually get longer, and hopefully better.

Bye, bye, little butterflies.