Flashbulb Eyes (phanfic)

Two

‘Whats up with you? I’ve never seen Dan Howell smile’ James said as I sat down on our lunch table, nudging our friend Jessica to witness the apparent miracle of me happy. How sad is that.

‘I may have gotten Phils number’ I shrugged, trying to appear indifferent while grabbing our a PB&J sandwich from my backpack.

‘The fuck?’ Jessica spluttered, chocking on her mouthful of soda. ‘Phil, as in Phil Lester? Like, the Phil you’ve been fawning over for the entirety of this college year?’

‘One, I have not been fawning over him. Hes just easy on the eyes. And two, yes. But don’t make a big deal out of it. It might just be friendly.’

I had been fawning over him. I knew it, Jessica knew it, James knew it and even the god damn lunch lady probably knew it. But he probably gave me his number as a friendly thing, right? We just sat together for 60 minutes. Listening to music. And he may have winked at me but who am I, virgin-no-boyfriend Dan Howell, to judge between romance and friendship.

‘Have you texted him yet?’ James enquired

‘No. Despite my adoration of food and my mistrust in you two not eating my food, I need to go toilet. Please for the love of God, dont eat my Galaxy bar.’ I said standing up, kicking my chair in.

‘Don’t think this doesn't get you out of interrogation, Howell’ James yelled as I walked away.

I walked through the overly crowded hallways to get to the C-block toilets. The quietest place in the whole of college. I only went here if I had something important to do, or if I was feeling in a very ‘alone’ mood. It was my version of the Harry Potters ‘First-floor Girls Lavatory’, minus the haunting ghost. That being said, it was no where near the nicest of the bathrooms in the college. Opening the door, I noticed the lights were turned off inside. Good. This usually indicated a lack of students flowing in and out. I went to the furthest wall of the bathroom, put my back against it and slowly sank to the floor, grabbing out my phone and the piece of paper Phil had left on my desk. Was it to early to text? Fuck it.

After debating over the formality of the text, I finally decided a kiss at the end was friendly, finally sending ‘Hey this is Dan :) x’. 

I sent it, saving Phils number in my phone. I felt like a 12 year old girl with her first crush. He probably won’t even text you back, I said to myself, Imagine if leaving the number was a mistake. I sat on the floor for another minute, browsing tumblr before getting a reply.

‘Hey Dan, just a question. What are you doing tonight? xx P’ 

‘Nothing. At least I have nothing planned xx’

God, I typed back fast. Was that bad? Who cares, its Phil Lester. 

‘How does a party sound? xx P’

Terrible, I thought.

‘It sounds great xx’

I waited a few more minutes for a reply, not getting one. I picked myself up and left the toilets, hoping nobody had been standing outside seeing me stay in here for so long. I debated in my head whether or not I was capable of being suave and drunk at the same time in front of Phil Lester. I hated parties, but they were bearable if I was drinking. Lots of horny teenagers in a house, smoking and pretending to like one another, then bitching behind each others backs. Not really my kind of scene. Making it back to the cafeteria I noticed a guilty looking James and Jessica. 

‘You ate my fucking Galaxy didn't you?’ I said, shooting darts at them.

‘We love you though. And love overcomes all obstacles. Including intense hatred and starvation’ James tried to joke.

Assholes. Loveable assholes.

‘Well I have a study for the rest of the day so i’m off now. You guys owe me 90p’ I sighed, gathering my things and the remains of my sandwich.

Biting into my sandwich I put my headphones in and started to walk home. My phone buzzed.

‘I’ll pick you up. Add me on Facebook  and send me your address, my last names Lester. xx P’