mnemophobia | dh + pl

six

A/N: Sorry this is so late—I got hit by a hurricane and have been hella busy since yikes

I started writing a chapter but I just can't bring myself to finish it, I've been trying for almost a week and am making minimal progress.

Due to my writer's block, this chapter will be a shorter one, just a filler.

Sorry for the inconvenience, I hope to be back to regular updates soon.

Dan's POV

"It's way too cheesy... He'll think it's dumb," I muttered.

Emiline, the delivery girl, shook her head. "Oh, come on, everyone loves flowers!"

An image of Phil, tattoos and all, prancing through a field of daisies popped into my head, and I had to refrain from bursting out into a fit of laughter. "I dunno, it's not really his thing...he's kinda a badass."

It had been nearly a week since I had seen Phil, so I thought I should drop by to see him during my lunch break. It was Emiline who had talked me into bringing him flowers.

"Okay, then give him black flowers! If he really likes you, it won't matter if he likes plants or not."

"But what if he doesn't like me?"

Emiline rolled her eyes. "How many dates have you been on? Like, five?"

"Okay, okay, fine!" I grumbled, turning towards a rack of roses. "Do you think roses are too forward?" I inquired, examining a flower closely.

"I think—" Emiline pushed herself up onto the counter, "—that you're really overthinking this."

"You're probably right..." I mused, tying a ribbon around the bundle of stems. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Exactly!" She agreed. "Just chillax, okay?"

"Chillax? What is this, 2007?"

"Oh shut up," Emiline hit me playfully, sliding off of the tabletop. "Hey, I should really get going now, but text me later about how everything goes, yeah?"

"Will do," I waved as she exited out the back door, grabbing her empty shipping crate along the way.

...

A swarm of butterflies fluttered around in my stomach as I made my way over to the tattoo parlor. I knew it was silly to get so nervous over such a small task, but I really liked Phil and was so worried I'd mess this up or embarrass myself. I was forced to push my worries aside as I opened the parlor door.

A girl with unnaturally red hair looked up at me with a bored expression. "How can I help you?"

"Is Phil in right now?" I asked, admiring her eyebrow piercing. Like Phil, dozens of tattoos covered her arms.

"Yup." She didn't move, watching me expectantly.

"...Can I speak to him?"

She let out a tired sigh, turning around. "Lester, get out here!"

The office door swung open, and Phil popped his head out. "What do you—Oh, Dan, hey!" he grinned.

"Hi," I smiled, hiding the flowers behind my back.

"Here, come in," Phil pushed the door open, and I quickly followed in his step. "So, what's up?" He asked, leaning back on his desk.

I swallowed, shutting the door behind me "I um...here," I held out the flowers, ignoring the heat in my face.

"Oh, they're lovely, thank you!" Phil pulled me into a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of holding him close.

As we pulled away, I happened to glance up at the same time he looked down, leaving our faces only an inch or so apart. Phil's gaze locked with mine, flickering briefly down to my mouth. My heart was like a jackhammer against my ribcage as I felt his breath fanning out against my cheek. Suddenly, he cleared his throat and stepped back. I wasn't sure, but it almost looked like he was blushing. "Thanks for the roses."

"Y-you're welcome." I smiled meekly.

Phil nodded, and the room fell silent.

I cleared my throat. "Do you wanna maybe do something soon? Like, go to the park or something?" The park? What the hell was I thinking?

"Yeah! That sounds like a lot of fun," Phil smiled. "You free this weekend?"

Pleasantly surprised, I nodded.

"Okay, cool. Maybe we can get together then."

I nodded, trying to conceal my excitement. "Yeah, totally."

...

The lady at the front desk, whom I now knew was called Aydian, only glanced up at me quizzically as I left. I couldn't blame her—I hardly seemed to be Phil's usual type. Hopefully, just this once, I'd become the exception.

A/N: sorry this was short and not amazing but I'm really busy rn whoops.

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