umi | 海 | the sea | phan

t h r e e

phil's pov;

~the next morning because im a bad author xo ily~

My alarm went off; an annoying sound, drilling right into my brain.
I attempted to press snooze, until I looked at my phone and realized the alarm was called 'Meeting Dan today!^-^'.

I turned it off and jumped up from my bed, pushing my duvet away.

I took a quick shower and I made sure to shave; I wanted to make a good first impression after all.

I decided to wear my black skinny jeans - my most comfortable, pretty ones - and a button up shirt, one with small specks of greenish-blue on it, an ocean colour.
I slipped on my white Vans (i stg that meme is dead guys dont even start) and I threw some essentials into my backpack; a notebook and my pencilcase, a bottle of water, some mints, deodorant, headphones and a powerbank.
Lastly, I slipped in some lipbalm.

After I grabbed my phone and I made sure my shoes were tied correctly, I ran toward my bus stop.

I made it just in time to find a spot next to the radiator. I sat down gladly, since it was December, and snowing for once.

As we passed more and more bus stops, the vehicle filled up. Eventually, there were no seats left.

An elderly woman stood in the middle of the bus, seeming very cold and very fragile.

Without giving it a second thought, I stood up and offered her my seat.

'Thank you dear, it makes me happy to see that there are still some good people in this world.' she smiled at me and sat down.

Content that I had done something good today, I smiled back.

After about five more minutes, the vehicle stopped and I made my way out of the bus.

Once I was out, I looked around. I had been to this Starbucks before but not for a while, and since the last time I was here, they had been doing some roadworks.
Everything seemed unfamiliar.

I was supposed to meet Dan in 5 minutes, and it was a 3 minute walk or so.

I looked around and started to walk into the direction I thought the coffee place was at.
After about 3 minutes I realized that I'd been walking the complete wrong way the whole time.

um hello a quick interruption to say that i love tøp music box versions
okay sorry bye👌🏻

I turned around and walked back toward the bus stop and looked for someone who I could ask where the Starbucks was.

There was no one to be seen.

I pulled up the sleeve from my thick (no not thicc smh) winter coat and I looked at my watch; I was one minute late.
Sighing, I took my phone out of my pocket.

When I wanted to turn it on to let Dan know that I'd be a tiny bit later, the screen stayed black for a while, revealing a red, pixelated battery after a few seconds.

My phone died.

Great.

I decided to walk in the opposite direction from where I walked to last time and as soon as I saw two girls walking hand in hand, I quickly made my way over to them.

'Excuse me?' I panted, after my short jog.

'What do you want? If you don't respect our relationship, we don't need you here.' one of the girls scoffed and she gave me a disgusted look.

'No! Wait what? No, that's not it! I completely respect you, I hope you two are happy together.' I quickly managed to get out. 

The two girls looked up at me, two bright faces.
'Really?'
'You mean that?'
'Of course, why wouldn't I?'
'I don't know, everyone in our lives is homophobic, we figured you'd be too.'
'No! I'm not, I actually think I might fancy this boy, but I'm currently on my way to him but I can't find the place where we're supposed to meet up. I was wondering if you could help me?'

'Oh my God!' one of the girls exclaimed, 'We didn't realize! We're so sorry oh my Gosh! Where are you meeting him?'
'I was supposed to go to the local Starbucks but I just can't find it and I'm late.'

The girls smiled at me and quickly told me how to get to the café and then wished me goodluck.

'Sorry for assuming things, we wish you much luck with your date!'

'Wait! It's not a date!' I try to tell them, but they grab each other's hand tight and walk away.
'Remember when we thought our first date wasn't a date?' one of the girls laughs.

I decide to forget that and I make my way over to the Starbucks as quickly as I possibly can.

After about 5 minutes, I can see the familiar green logo attached to a vintage looking building, covered in ivy, intertwined with fairylights, covered in a layer of powdered snow.

I take my last steps and open the door.
As soon as I step in, and the strong, homely scent of fresh, warm coffee hits me, I see a head of bouncy, chestnut curls sitting at a table for two, just wanting to be served.

Dan.

hey i'm so sorry for being so inactive wowza
i'm having quite some writers block and idk life is pretty shit atm so you know but we'll make it work

'it ain't the speakers that bump hard, it's our hearts that make the beat.'

stay alive|-/