A different christmas //PHAN\\ (boyxboy)

chapter 2

*PHILS POV*
I rushed out of my apartment and into the city of london catching a subway train through the underground.
I had written a list on the way there of everyone i need to buy presents for and what i should get them.
first on the list was mother and i should probably get her perfume.. although i dont want her to think i was implying anything. would that be bad? should i get her perfume? ill get her a book! wait i dont know what she likes readinmg, does she even read? ugh this was way too hard ill get back to her, now my dad.. ill get him deodorant! no phil youre going in circles..
"excuse me?" an old crackly and dry voice came, a tapping on my ankle breaking my concentration.
i looked down to a rugged old man with long dead hair falling out and one missing tooth staring up at me, his lips droopy revealing his rotting gums.
"care to spare me some change?" his pleading voice made me sympathetic. especially since this man was out on the cold streets on this winter night, all he was wearing was some torn track pants and a thin sweater which would bareley be keeping him warm. i dropped the man $5 with a sympathetic smile. he looked at the money as if it was a gift from god.
"why... thankyou..." i could hear his voice getting dryer after each word.
i felt better about myself after that... untill... i looked up and saw the many other homeless people along the street who were about to go to bed but stopped to watch me give him the money, i cant give all of them $5 each... but leaving them here with nothing i would feel bad for only giving one man money.
i looked at them all my smile leaving my lips, i stood there for a minute...
"another night," i said quiet but loud enough they could hear. they all turned away as if i was a cruel bastard... what could i do? i put my hands in my pocket and continued walking untill i noticed one young man who never even looked at me or ackknowleged me throughout that whole process, he sat on a bench near a street light staring at where the sun once was. he was the only person who didnt look at me asking for anything he just sat there emotionless... i left for a mens clothing store for my dad.
2 hours past it was now about 8-8:30pm. i had gotten a shit ton of gifts for friends and family, i could barely carry it all! i began to walk back to the subway train when i realised i was about to walk past the gathering of homeless people from earlier, should i take a different route? i don't want to be rude and avoid them.. i will give them more change soon.. ill take this way i got to get home as soon as possible.
i walked past them, the majority of them were sleeping, some keeping warm beside a fire and then i saw the young emotionless boy from earlier. sitting in the exact same spot as if he was frozen in time.
no one noticed me this time so i went over to the young boy and stood a few feet away hoping not to startle him.
he didn't even notice me.. or he was ignoring me.
"hello.." i said quietly nervous what reaction i would get, he flinched a little and looked up at me, looked me up and down.
he then just sat there, not blinking, i understand if he didn't wish to talk not like he knew me.
"um.. are... are you? do you have a home?" i asked hoping not to offend him.
he muscles loosened a little but he was still at alert as he shook his head slowly. he looked scared.
i noticed his old rugged leather jacket which had a fair few tears. it looked really cold.. i had a really warm christmas sweater on.
i slowly took off my sweater and handed it to him.. i had like 22 more christmas sweaters at home so it wasnt much of a loss.
the young man started at it and then looked at me, he seemed nervous.
"you need it more then i do," i eyed the sweater pleading him to take it.
slowly he reached his hand out take it and looking at it, he first noticed the print. it was a snowman on a dark blue sweater. i smiled at him but didn't receive one in return he remained his emotionless face.
"I'm phil, and you are?" no reply came. "not much of a talker? thats okay, just please wear this sweater."
he looked at me and looked away holding onto the sweater still, i think that was my queue to leave.
so I did.
I got onto my train, I looked out the window at him one last time, the young man quickly put on the sweater when he thought i was gone, his emotionless face changed a little as he looked down at it, i saw a tad bit of cheer with him.
and that was my night.