okay ; phan | ✔️

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Bed Of Roses | Bon Jovi
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Dan doesn't look up to meet Phil's (beautiful) eyes. His grip on the container is too tight; it's almost as if it's the container that's stopping him from running away so that he can cut this awkward meeting short.

At the moment Phil is rambling about this cactus that he just purchased but Dan is too invested in his worn out Vans to notice how Phil's eyes keep roaming around his face, marvelling at the sight in front of him.

The entire ride to Starbucks felt like years even if it lasted just for a few minutes. Dan's leg kept bobbing up and down, a frequent habit when he was nervous or anxious and his nails were a bloody sight, literally.

At one point Phil even kept his right hand on Dan's thigh, in a vain attempt at calming him down. Both of them felt electrified at the touch. But none of them made any comments about it.

"Dan, do you not like me?" Phil finally sighed.

"I know I'm not good to look at and all and I know I might be annoying sometimes, okay not sometimes. I might be annoying most of the time and I'm so sorr-"

"Shut the fuck up"

Dan doesn't know how he found this newfound confidence but what he knew what that he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"Look Philly, I'm shy okay? It's you.I don't want to say something and mess it up. And that's why I'm so nervous."

Phil smiled at Dan. Dan hasn't seen anyone smile so wide, especially when Dan himself has caused that smile.

Dan smiled back.

"Selfie?"

"Sure."