dear starboy: phan neighbour au✧

the lancashire cat

"dan! the neighbours move in today!"

dan frowned and flung himself onto his cotton checkered bed sheets. new neighbours were nothing interesting, just another pain in the neck. the reason he had to be woken up to be told this information was very unclear to him. in the end they were just another obstacle.

dan was what he considered to be your average teenager.

average height, failing classes, prone to anxiety attacks, addicted to the internet.

the usual.

he snatched up a grey hoodie from the floor and tugged it over his head. the window was hastily pushed open. a gust of cool air immediately struck him and flooded his stuffy room. he did notice the large white moving truck parked outside the neighbours new house an arms length from his own but decided it was too early to care about it.

snatching up his headphones, he immediately put his playlist on shuffle. a familiar melody filled dan's ears as he tapped his fingers to the beat.

'i've been watching you. for some time. can't stop staring at those ocean eyes.'

dan pushed himself up from his bed and nodded his head to the beat as he tunefully sang the lyrics to himself.

'burning cities and napalm skies. fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.'

he twirled the string of his headphones around his index finger as he pressed his lips together.

'your ocean eyes.' 

the lyrics continued. but the words did not come from dan's lips.

dan spun around to face the window, unaware of the sudden northern voice joining his solo. a quiet voice, yet those three words were as clear as day. 

a small black cat was perched on his faded powder blue windowsill. it gingerly licked it's padded paw and smoothed down the sleek fur behind its ear.

dan cast a worried glance and kneeled down so he was eye level with the feline, who he suspected was the culprit. 

"did you just sing?" 

a theatrical giggle filled dan's empty room. his coffee brown eyes darted around and finally locked eyes with another pair. peering out the blue-green window frame in the house parallel to his own were the eyes of a stranger.

a boy was leaning on the window ledge of the house beside dan's. he had black hair that went right in front of his eyes. it was buried under a lilac flower crown, woven with roses and emerald green stems. his sweater was also a matching purple, loosely pulled over a white button up shirt. his outfit was completed with silver chains hanging around his neck and an assortment of gemstone jewellery in the form of rings and bangles.

though his style seemed odd, it was nothing against his most striking feature. 

his eyes.

blue. ocean blue. 

his head was thrown back, a spritely giggle leaving his lips. it took a few minutes for the laughter to stop and the stranger to simmer down. 

"you're really something, aren't you." "huh?"
"cats don't speak, silly. that voice was from none other than yours truly."
"oh. you have a nice voice."
"you too, kitty boy."
"kitty boy?"

dan's face scrunched up in alarm, being offended by the childish nickname. the stranger grinned and stretched out an arm for a welcoming handshake. 

"i'm phil. your new neighbour, friend, possible love interest, comrade, pal." 

dan reluctantly reached out his hand and grasped phil's ice cold hand. phil rather roughly shook their hands together. dan dizzily withdrew and slipped his headphones around his neck.

"i'm dan. i'm not sociable or exciting so don't expect surprise midnight voyages."  phil pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

"aw. i totally thought you'd be the type to rebel with me."
"well i actually care about school and have to keep my education in gear."

phil was silent before sniggering and placing his hand under his chin. 

"smart boy? you thought a cat was singing with you."
"hey! i didn't know you existed until a few minutes ago."

dan defended himself as phil kept smiling with the same cheshire cat smile. a female voice called on phil from another room in his house. his expression bitterly twisted into a mix between sadness and disappointment. 

"that's my call for dinner. we should talk later."
"because i'm just the most interesting person? such a sparkling conversationist?"
"something like that."
"no promises i'll be awake, phil." 

"until then, kittyboy." 

"until then."