Boy Troubles [BoyxBoy]

#1 Panic. Calm. Repeat

-|-Daniel's POV-|-
I felt my whole body tense up, my bones stiff and my heart racing. I grabbed my inhaler only to find it was ten puffs overused. I threw it across the room and grabbed my backpack and emptied the contents on the floor, out rolled a glass vial. I almost smashed it in my hands when ripping the lid off and pouring some pills into my shaking hands. I threw them into my mouth without hesitation and swallowed the cold capsules down my dry throat. I took three deep breaths and lay back on the bed. So this is me, Daniel Wood, I'm a seventeen year old college student who might appear to be happy an in control, but on the inside everything is dark and foggy. I could finally breathe again when I say up and checked my watch '7:08', twenty minutes to get to work. I re-packed my bag and stood up. Taking a deep breath I made my way down stairs and outside. It was cold, yet sunny - the joys of Autumn...

I walked into work and set down my bag onto the counter, as I began setting up the float my boss appeared from the changing rooms "Daniel! My favourite worker" his strong Italian accent made me smile, I admired his kindness more than he realised. He patted me on the back and walked over to the shelf of skinny jeans "I am going to have to leave in about an hour, my wife and I are celebrating our sixteen year anniversary so you know... Kids off to bed early if you catch my drift" he winked. It was nice to see that Mr Forell had such a cool life, a wife a two kids and a great career. That's kinda like where I wanted to be, except you know without the kids and wife - a husband maybe. After Mr Forell left there was just a few things to do around the shop, we weren't that busy what with it being a bank holiday - I mean who opens on a bank holiday... The highlights of my day were finding a twenty pound note under the rack of reduced items and not finding any chewing gum welded to the carpet. I cashed up early to find we had made $435.78 which wasn't too bad considering how quiet it'd been. I was meeting up with my close friend Ramona after work so needless to say I was eager to leave and get to Starbucks. I grabbed my backpack and the shop keys, locking it as I leave. I turned around and walked right into a tall rock hard body. My glasses fell to the floor and I heard a crack, just what I needed. I grabbed them and looked back up to find a guy similar to my age parallel to me. I put on my glasses and the first thing I met were his beautiful reflective eyes, brown and mysterious, yet they made me feel warm inside. The corners of his mouth quirk upward and breaks into a smile. It took me more than a few seconds to realise I was standing face to face with Justin Bieber... "Oh my god... I, uh, I'm really sorry. I-" I stuttered like a mad man before Justin interrupted.

"It's totally my fault, I'm erm, Justin," he said as though I didn't know.

"Yeah! I know, I'm err... Daniel!" I replied without trying to sound too starstruck.

"So hey I'm really late and my pants just ripped, I was wondering if you were still open for just a couple of minutes," his voice was so soft, he seemed a little awkward but it was cute. I quickly turned back and unlocked the door before running in and holding it open. He walked in and browsed through the skinny jeans, after a couple of minutes he emerged to the counter "I think I'll take these, they're my size and colour. Do you mind if I change here?" He asked with such normality.

"Yes. I mean, no... I don't mind of course, the changing rooms are just there," he directed himself toward the changing rooms and cracked a smile from my awkwardness. After five minutes I was getting worried, so I walked over to the changing room door and knocked "Is everything okay in there, sir,"

"Yeah! I'm just struggling to get out of my ripped skinny's..." He laughed awkwardly.

"Do you need any help, Mr Bieber?"

" Please, bro, grab some scissors or something," Sounding like he was struggling, I ran to the counter and grabbed some scissors before running back to changing rooms. Before I had a chance to knock he opened the door just enough for me to see in "You can call me Justin by the way," he smiled. As I went to hand in the scissors he stopped me "Hey, Daniel, would you mind cutting these? I can't reach..." His awkwardness was adorable. It reminded me of what I would be like in that situation. I kneeled down and began cutting up his right leg before making a few indents that would allow him to take them off. Without waiting for me to move he took his pants off right in front of me. "We're all men here," he chuckled. I shot him an awkward laugh-smile an went back to the counter.

Justin came back a few minutes later looking hot in his new pants, he pulled out his wallet before I interrupted "No charge, you can have them," the pants were only worth about forty bucks anyway and he just seemed... Nice.

"No man! I have to pay for these, comon," he spoke waving his heavy looking wallet around.

"Honestly... Justin, it's after-hours, take 'em," It felt weird calling him 'Justin', like it was so casual. He smiled at me a put something on the counter "I told you the pants are fr-" before I could finished he held the piece of paper up "It's my number, not money. Call me sometime Daniel, we should hang," as he walked out I waited for him to turn the corner before letting out the biggest smile ever. I rushed out the shop and straight to Starbucks to meet Ramona.