You're Special To Me

Phil's POV- 12

I hated the flight.

The sky had been dark and gloomy and my ears hurt and basically everything about it was bad. Dan sat next to the window, as he loved watching the clouds, whereas I sat next to an old man with a nervous disposition. Could it have been any worse? Two hours in the flight a woman was offering drinks when I bought one and spilt it all over my skinny jeans, so it looked as if I had wet myself. Whilst I was staring at the mess in horror, Dan could not stop laughing. In the end I had to use the bathroom which was terrible as there were no lights.

As we descended, my ears began to hurt. I pressed my hands to them, trying to block out the pain. Dan was stretching his mouth and swallowing a lot, and it wasn't until he explained to me that I had no idea what he was doing.

"Yawning also helps." Dan suggested, rubbing his ears. "I hate this part the most."

I rolled my eyes. Eventually, we hit the ground and my stomach began a gymnastics routine. Dan was laughing in delight, and pretty soon I found myself laughing with him. We had survived one flight. We were in Lanzarote.

The heat hit us hard, and, before I knew it, I was sweating in my skinng jeans. Everything suddenly became uncomfortable. We walked off the plane, Dan in front, and followed everyone to the bagagge. The conveyor belt thingy was already spinning, and in no time we had our cases. Mine was only small, but I didn't need much. Three pairs of skinny jeans, three shirts and two pairs of shorts would last me. I carried a black towel in a plastic bag that was hooked onto the handle.

Dan had a medium sized case,  but I did not know what was in it. All I had ever seen him wear was black, but surely he couldn't on holiday?

"An hour left, Phil." Dan giggled as we waited for the coach. "You do know we get our own block? As in, there are four holiday blocks in each section and my family will be having one and we will have our own. We paid for two as there is no room for five people in the one they booked."

I took a moment to digest this. Sharing a whole holiday home with Dan? Alone? Could I keep myself together? "That's... great." I managed, pouring all of the enthusiasm I had into the words. "Are there two separate beds?" I half wanted there to be separate beds, but a half didn't.

"I can't remember. I think there is a room with a double bed and the front room has sofa beds."
Sofa bed, I thought quickly, but didn't say anything. Finally, the bus came and we climbed on, leaving our bags with Dan's parents who passed them to the driver. Dan and I sat down together, me the closest to the window, and I felt the engine beneath my cheek where it rested on the glass. The bus started and we left the station. The rocking and the music eventually lulled me to sleep.

***

"This is amazing!" I threw my bags onto one sofa bed and sat down on the other. Dan had already retreated into the bathroom after a whole ride of desperately needing the toilet. I had woken up to his complaining, unfortunately. Two minutes later he came out, wet from splashing water on his face. His hair was already curling.

"So." He grinned. "Double or sofa?"

I paused. He knew I was gay, so offering to share a double bed would unnerve him, wouldn't it? "Sofa?" I asked.

He shrugged. "If you want. I'm having the red one. Do you like green?"

"No." I smiled cheekily at him before checking at my watch. 6:47. "We could go to the disco now?"

"Well, we had better get changed then, hadn't we?" He dug into his case and revealed a little wrapped package with a tag on it. He passed it to me. "For you." He watched me open it with wide eyes.

Inside was a very elegant dark blue buttoned shirt with a proper collar and golden lacing. Folded under that was a matching pair of pants and a golden belt. I stared at Dan in disbelief. "How much was this?" I asked, staring at the suit in awe.

"It doesn't matter. You seemed so upset about... you know... and I thought I'd get you something. All you have is skinny jeans and shorts."

I counted to three before answering. "I haven't got you anything."

"I don't care. Try it on." He fished out his smart white shirt and skinny jeans and ran into the bathroom again. I drew off my shirt and pants. Smiling, I pulled on the pants and then buttoned up the shirt. It was a perfect fit, plus it was cool and comfortable and smart. How on earth did he pay for it? "You ready yet?" His amused voice echoed from the bathroom.

"Yeah." I replied, checking my collar.

"That looks great." Dan laughed from the doorway of the bathroom. He was leaning against the frame, his hair still curly and his mouth in a sideways smile. His clothes were presentable and quite nice despite the fact that he was wearing skinny jeans. I thought he had never looked more handsome.

"Should we go?" I asked.

He joined my side. "Of course."