Interior Design (Phan)

Patchwork Man

(Warnings: shitty dialouge & swearing)

*Tuesday morning, Dan's Point of View*

Mrs. Julian was beyond pissed. She started spewing every profanity in her vocabulary at the two of us. A small crowd of workers acknowledged the situation, but dismissed it quickly, as they had better, more important things to do than stand around and watch their boss yell at her interns.

She ruffled our matching fringe before yelling at us and informing us of a new rule.

"The interns are not allowed any contact with eachother."

Seeing as I'd rather keep my head firmly and securely attached to the rest of my body, I made a move to my office, with Mrs. Julian yelling at myself and Phil in the background creating an ambiance that I'd rather like to forget.

When I opened the door to my office, I noticed a piece of paper flutter out of the crack. It was from Phil. Text me when you get the chance. We've gotta talk about last night. xx. I smiled at the message he sent. But, why did we have to talk about last night? Its not like we got drunk and had sex with eachother. I went about my day as usual, seeing my coworkers rush from meeting to meeting through the glass walls of my office. I still think it was a bit harsh to add the new rule to the list. I liked it better when it was only three, and the last one was have fun. This competition is no fun without him. Well, in reality it was pretty much the same without him, now that any and all contact between the two of us had been revoked, it sucked to have that privilege taken away. But, let's be real. I wasn't going to give up texting him because of some stupid rule.

Mr. Klark came to check on my progress, but I wasnt really getting anything done. I had sketched a few things for a mantle-piece set, but they all ended up in the bin beside my desk.

After lunch I texted Phil to see what he was up to. He responded after a few minutes saying that he ended up in a meeting, he's bored, and he would rather be with me. I thought it was sweet, but im not 100% sure I could say the same about him.

You see, Phil was a rather handsome guy, nice thick black hair that I'd love to tangle my fingers into in the wee hours of the morning, cute little eyebrows that stretched a little too far out to the sides, but thats okay because eyebrows don't make up a personality, which is probably my favorite part about Phil. But, before whatever we happen to be, friends or more than that, it'd be nice to get to know him a little better.

*Phil's point of view*

I finished up my grilled cheese sandwich in the small dainty cafeteria the building had before making my way back to my office. But of course, no walk back is complete without a strange coworker asking you about your love life.

"Got your eyes on anyone in the office? That Dan kid seems like your style. Or maybe, your into girls? But, that seems unlikely." The man in patchwork leggings asked. Hardly seems the type to be walking around a office building. My best bet is that he's just lost.

"Thats my business, leave me alone." I said, quickly brushing off the questions and escaping the conversation, but to no avail as Patchwork Man grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back into the seemingly intrusive conversation.

"C'mon Philly, give me an answer. I'd gladly be your wingman, should you need one. I clean up nicely in a suit, just so you know."

Avoiding his remark, I darted back to my office and locked the door behind me. Patchwork Man was outside the glassed walls of my office, pleading for entry in which I did not grant. I cleaned up my workspace, and started on a new project that Mr. Klark thought "might peak my interest."

And quite frankly, it did. He suggested I sketch some modern-looking light fixtures. And seeing as I had no contact with Dan apart from paper slips and doors and the occasional text message, I picked up my sketch pad and began drawing.

After a few drafts, I had my final product and was on my way to Mr. Klarks office to see what he thought of it. Thats what you do, right? Someone gives you an idea, you finish it up, and show it off? I hope so, I totally do not fit in at this company. I cant even bloody figure out where things go when their finished.

I glanced into Dan's office, and saw him with his headphones on, and 100% focused on what he was sketching. Okay, maybe leaning closer to a solid 90% because he was mouthing the words to whatever he was listening to. Either way he looked super cute while doing it. I walked away, but not before stealing another glance at his perfectly structured face. All the things were in prime locations. "What the fuck Phil, thats really weird, please never say that again, I'm begging you." My brain pleaded. And with that, I walked briskly to Mr. Klarks office and promptly avoiding Patchwork Man who was headed in the same direction as me.

I felt overjoyed when I walked out of his office. He didn't necessarily like my drawing, but he didn't completely hate it either, so thats good enough for me. And he gave me a few pointers to help me fix it up into something along the lines of 'not bad overtop ice cream.' See, that was a running joke between my family and I, and it never failed to make me laugh.

*The next day, Dan's Point of View*

I flew through my morning routine, finishing with a quick teeth brushing before heading out the door and catching the bus to work. As soon as I opened the door to my flat, there was Phil, sitting on the curb with his back turned towards me. I though about sneaking around him, but eventually he'd get suspicious, so I politely tapped him on the shoulder. His head whipped around so fast I'm pretty sure it nearly broke the sound barrier. He readjusted himself into a more comfortable kneeling position with his head facing upwards to mine. Yeah, I was pretty happy with this position, mostly because his ocean blue eyes were staring up at my own. See, thats another nice thing about Phil. His eyes were stunning. If I could shrink myself down to fit inside, I'm convinced I'd be able to swim in them. I helped him up off the ground and went to work. He begged me to stay at home again, I considered, but promptly said no because of the outcome last time we did that.