AN- I think someone requested this but I could not find the account
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There they were, casually sipping on their drinks in the local Starbucks. Sat on spinny chairs, in complete silence, watching people go by with friends or family.
Phil tilted his cup, getting the drops of coffee into his mouth. He put his cup to see hi boyfriend staring at someone's cheesecake.
"Want one?"
Dan turned around and nodded with delight. Phil stud up went to wait in line for a cheesecake. A couple of freshman from their school order lattes before he got his.
"Can I help you?"
The clerk asked while putting an extra cup away.
"Yeah, a cheesecake please."
"Sure," he smiled and put the cheesecake on a plate passing it to Phil. Phil took out pat his left and right pocket of his black ripped jeans trying to find change. As the right pocket made a light tingle he took the coins out and passed it to the store clerk.
He turned around to see the same baseball player sitting next to Dan, on Phil's seat, twirling Dan's curls smiling like a idiot. It was the same one from last time. Blonde hair in a small quiff, baseball shirt with their school name and light blue jeans, everything was the same.
"You again?" Phil asked putting both the cheesecake and his other hand down in between the two of them.
The baseball player stood and reached his hand out,
"I think I never got to introduce myself, Fred Rotburg, the new kid."
"Is this some joke?"
Phil crossed his arms, confused yo what this kid is doing. Just a few days ago he was all over Dan. HIS Dan.
He stood there until he felt a warm hand on his arm. Looking over his shoulder he saw Dan with a genuine smile on face.
"So Fred,"Phil sat down, and took a bite from Dan's cheesecake,"Why are you here?"
Fred looked out the window and scratched the back of his neck,"Look. I know you probably think I'm a huge pervert but I didn't mean any harm. I'm not saying I didn't deserve it. I transferred from Germany a month ago and I didn't Dan was your boyfriend. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry."
"You can say you transFRED," Dan started laughing at his own bad pun as the others just shook their head, smiling at the brown-haired boy.
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"Yeah, sure," Phil huffed on a chair the store assistant brought for him. His legs were getting sore after having to stand outside the changing cabin, from where Dan would come out from to show Phil something he was trying on. It took him hours.
"And this one?" Dan asked, twirling in a tulle skirt and a light blue shirt tucked in. He took a few looks in mirror and then turned to Phil, who payed close attention, he knows how much Dan loves the attention he gets while trying on clothes in front of him. Phil hated these things, maybe because of the weird looks he and Dan get from ladies buying stuff in their section, men giving Phil the halfhearted smile thinking his girlfriend dragged him here too, but mostly because Dan made him try things on too. Dan was a more of mom than a boyfriend.
Phil nodded as Dan flew into the cabin for the last time. He came out in the clothes he wearing before, black short shorts and a tucked in white shirt with a denim jacket wrapped around his waist. They payed for the clothes and again entered the city streets of Manchester.
"It's already getting dark," Dan said in amusement, looking up at color filled sky in aw.
"Well yeah, we were in there for a little over an hour," Phil chuckled.
They walked down the street in complete silence until Dan, as always, decided to break it,
"Thank you."
"For what?" Phil asked.
"Taking the whole 'Fred the new kid' thing well," Dan said playing with knot he made with his jacket. He tugged it up, down and then sideways and it still didn't untie.
"Dan stop tugging on both sleeves it will only make it worse." Phil said pulling one of Dan's hands away from his sleeve. Dan stopped walking and stood in one place letting Phil get on knee and slowly untie the knot he made.
Dan couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild. Not like that. Just what if Phil didn't the sleeves of his jacket in hands, but a tiny black box. A box with a ring in it.
"And you're welcome," Phil's voice brought Dan out of his daydream, they were just sophomores after all, "I wanted to punch that man when I saw him, but since he apologized he was cool. There. Done!"
Phil got up and Dan put his Jacket on. When Dan stopped fidgeting with his clothing Phil pulled closer and held his side the way back home.
