Sweet daddy meets mlg dinosaur- phan

THATS.OUR.DAN

Dans pov
HI MY NAME IS [DAN]

The sky is a murky grey and light patters of crystal raindrops fall down. One. By. One.
My fingertips are icy and cold as I grip onto the heaving bag of overflowing papers. My deadline for the paperound is in a few days so I really have to deliver these. I shove each individual paper through the stiff letterboxes of the houses. Number 9, 11, 13, 14, 15 wait, not 14.

Shit.

I mentally facepalm myself realising that I managed to mess something as simple as this up ( me lol).
What should I do, leave it, try and precariously get it out from the letterbox?

I'm gonna have to ask for it back aren't I.

Yep.

Great, socialising.
Frustrated but mostly anxious, I slowly walk my pastel ass towards the door of number 14. I prepare myself for the social suicide that I am about to commit and bring my shaking hand up to the door knocker.
I knock three times, each louder than the last.

Nothing.

Maybe they're not home. I wait a few more seconds before I hear a Middle aged woman's voice yell "PHILLIP MICHAEL LESTER GO ANSWER THE DOOR".

Wow, I'm glad my mum doesn't do that.

An angsty, clearly very annoyed male voice replies "Oh my god mum your so embarrassing shut up".
The sound of footsteps running down the stairs grows louder and nearer. My heart rate increases quicker than that moment when you're about to get eaten on Agar.io. My ears, body and whole entire existence focus on the sounds of the door unlocking.
I really hope my Tourette's isn't too bad. I swear my tics have a mind of their own.
The tall oak door opens to reveal a pasty male about the same age and height with charcoal hair (yes a fanfic that doesn't describe it as raven) His mouth slightly curves up at the corner into a sneaky smirk and his blue ocean eyes stare right into mine.

Okay, I'm freaking out.

Calm. Your. Gay. Butt. Down.

I feel my cheeks glowing red and the suddenly realise the mysterious Phillip is waiting for a reason why a boy wearing an oversized pastel pink sweater, white-tight-bright jeans and a flower crown is at his door. I search my brain for words to say but it's more bank than when I'm in a test. Thanks, me.
"
I um accidentally posted a paper through your lady door, I'm doing a paper round you see DADDY-"

My heart actually stops beating.

Really.

Of all the words I could have ticked I said, daddy.

My eyes widen and I freeze like a deer in headlights.
I hear a slight giggle and look over to see the boy WHO IS ONLY WEARING TROUSERS MAY I ADD with a massive smile on his face.
"I'm so sorry, um, I was wondering if I could get it back." I stare back at him, waiting for a response or even an invitation to my funeral. Either is fine.

"Yh of course, I'm Phil by the way. If you couldn't already tell. She can be so embarrassing sometimes."
He says as he bends down to get the paper.

Dontlookathisassdontlookathisass.

"Dan" I reply unsure of life and it's meaning.
He stands up like a graceful swan and hands me the paper, still with that smile on his face. I mutter a quiet thanks and give my signature awkward smile and turn to leave.
I walk out the door, my legs shaking with each step.

Welp that's enough of life for me today.

Wig.

Snatched.

For some reason, I still can't get that smile out of my head. I can't decide whether I need to post papers through the wrong door more often or crawl into a pit.

Whichever, something tells me I will be seeing Phil again.

~Rebecca