Phan Oneshots

Prestissimo

Summary: When Dan starts to get notes in his locker in the form of terrible pick up lines, he doesn't know who it could be and he doesn't really care. All he cares about is his violin and his studies. He could care less about the nonchalant cellist who never seems to take anything seriously.
Warnings: cussing
A/N: This was supposed to go up on valentine's day, but it's only two and a half hours late so it's better than nothing! I really wanted to get this up because it's my dear friend Mae's birthday on Valentine's Day, and I really wanted to give her a birthday present in the form of a fic to show my appreciation to her. We've only started talking a few weeks ago, but I feel like we've gotten along so well so fast and I'm extremely grateful for that. I appreciate her and our long rambles on skype, and how she watches all of my dumb singing videos without question. Thanks for being awesome, Mae. I can't wait to meet you! Jeg elsker deg og gratulerer med dagen xoxo

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The first time that Dan got a letter inside of his locker, he thought it was a joke.

It wasn't like it was just a normal letter. Maybe if it had said something like "hey, nice shoes," then Dan would be more accepting of it, but no. It didn't say that. Dan would have preferred the shoes thing to this disgrace, in all honesty, because it would have saved his face from turning a disgusting splotchy red in the middle of the orchestra locker room.

In curling letters that was somewhat sloppy but not too terribly hard to read, someone had scrawled Dan's name, along with a short message that said, "I C Major potential in us getting together."

Dan glanced around the room to see if the culprit was there, which was pointless because it was after school hours so the only other people around were the other four members of Dan's quintet. They weren't even in the locker room, having already gone to one of the practice rooms to start setting up. Dan was all alone with one of the worst pick up lines in the history of pick up lines and his violin, and now he just wanted to go home and bury himself in his blanket. He didn't want to practice anymore.

He was embarrassed and mortified, because what if somebody was playing a trick on him? It's not every day that Dan got notes like this shoved in his violin locker, and it was beyond rare for someone to actually like him enough to want to do this for him. But then again, did they even like him if it was just a simple pick up line? Wouldn't they rather write Dan an entire love letter?

Dan didn't know and he didn't really want to find out.

Making up his mind on the subject, he crumbled it up and shoved the paper into his pocket. Out of sight, out of mind. It was probably just a one-time thing anyways. He didn't need to have the extra stress of poorly written pick up lines when he had more important things to focus on, like his studies and his violin.

In Dan's opinion, getting good grades and playing his violin was the number one goal in life at the moment. If he got good grades, then he'd get into a good university. If he played the violin better than anybody, he could get a scholarship to one of the best music schools. So he'd focus on grades and violin and that was it. He didn't need anybody else to interfere with his future.

He made his way into the practice room, carefully holding his instrument by the neck and his bow in the other hand. When he walked into the class, his fellow quintet was standing by the bass stands as Bailey grabbed her bass and Phil leaned against the wall with his cello leaning against the wall as well. Dan cringed at the sight of that, hoping with his entire heart and soul that the cello would not fall over and break. Knowing Phil, he would just laugh and pick it back up while Dan got an aneurism in the background.

Dan kept an eye on the cello as he greeted the violist, Mae, and the other violinist, Oliver. They were talking about cats, which is something that Dan could definitely get behind, and just gave Dan a friendly nod as he joined them.