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One: The First Step

Carrying the pile of new clothes (They were all pretty damn nice, Connor you wizard) he walked calmly to the checkouts where Connor was waiting for him.

Phil dumped the pile on the counter and gave Connor a big grin, which Connor replied to with a smaller, shyer smile.

"Oh," Murmured Connor, suddenly, "You said you were starting college? So am I. Which one are you going to?"

Phil smiled, watching him scan through all the items.

"York." He replied, simply.

The brunette's face split into a wide smile.

"No way! So am I! I got in on the specialist Photography Program."

Phil didn't even have to feign interest, this was awesome. Having one acquaintance at uni before even starting. Damn, today was a good day. He let out a completely genuine laugh.

"Wow, you must be amazing."

Connor blushed.

Cute.

Phil carried on.

"I'm doing Psychology."

Silence, punctuated by the soft "beep" of Connor ringing up his clothes. Phil's hands started sweating.

Fuck, damn it, I should've elaborated, now the conversation's stopped-

Connor looked up at him, eyes hopeful.

"Would it be okay if we maybe hung out some time when we get to college?" He let the question trail off, eyes skittering back down to the clothes he was scanning,

Phil's eyes widened. Yes, he thought. Connor had offered him the final say in the situation. He could have just said "let's hang out" or something, but no, he asked Phil. He put the ball in Phil's court. That made Phil the leader in the conversation, the leader in their forthcoming "friendship." Fuck. Yes. He'd given him control.

Phil grinned a big, toothy smile at the smaller male.

"Of course, I look forward to it! My name's Phil by the way."

Connor looked ecstatic. He was practically sparkling and he scanned the last shirt and put it in to the bag. He glanced back to Phil.

"That'll be one-hundred twenty-five, Phil." Connor beamed up at him.

Phil fished in his satchel for his wallet and brought it out. Opening it up, he suddenly got an idea. He slid out a fifty and a twenty, and laid them down on the counter top. Completely ignoring the other notes in his wallet, he started rummaging around in the coin part. He placed five coins on the counter and then went back to feeling around in his satchel, a slightly worried look forced onto his face.

Connor regarded him carefully, you could almost see the cogs turning in his mind as he assessed the situation.

"Phil..." He started.

Phil looked up.

Did it...work?

Put more emotion into your eyes.

"I'm going to un-scan 4 of these items, and then put them in the bag for you. Then we're both going to pretend it didn't happen, okay? Call it a good luck at uni present?"

Jackpot.

Phil twisted his face into a mixture of shame and gratitude.

"Is that...really okay, Connor?"

Make eye contact. Look away in shame. Bite lip.

Connor's eyes flickered down to his lips and Phil had to suppress a smirk.

"Of course it is." Chirped Connor, a warm smile plastered on his face.

Fuckin' ace.

Thank him. Make it seem like it was all his idea, and I'm amazingly grateful. Don't let him think for a second that it was actually me that put the thought in his mind.

Phil leaned forward and beamed at the brunette. He lowered his voice an octave and looked Connor straight in the eye.

"Thank you so much, it really means a lot." He dragged out the "really;" rolled it around on his tongue and regarded Connor as the boy struggled to fight down the blush creeping onto his cheeks. "No one's ever done something so nice for me before."

And it wasn't untrue. No one ever had - but the main goal was to make the boy feel special. If you make people feel special and wanted, they'll keep coming back to you in search of that feeling. They start believing that you value them, they think you're thankful for their existence. They have no idea that you're manipulating them to have these thoughts- they have absolutely no clue that this is a hold that you have over them.

But then, the adorable flush lighting up that pale face was almost enough to make Phil feel bad about what he was doing.

Almost.

"It's nothing. I'll see you at Uni?" That hopeful voice again.

Phil took the bag and gave Connor one last warm grin.

"See you at Uni."

Phil left with a considerably full wallet.

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Phil got home and flopped on his bed. He rolled on to his back and pumped his fist in the air in victory.

"Fuck yeah!"

I did it. Perfect social interaction, and I managed to get Shortie to take fifty off of my shopping. Fifty! Oh man...

This is perfect...

But it's gonna be more difficult at York. I'm not going to have cute, blushing brunettes surrounding me, I'll need to manipulate a lot more people. I can't stop studying.

This is just the first step.

Phil remembered back back to Connor's hopeful expression as he basically asked permission to be around Phil, surrendering absolute control to him. He visualised the boy's emerald eyes positively sparkling with hope to be included in Phil's life.

Just the first step.

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Hey Guys
this chapter to SO LONG to write.
i've been kinda stuck in a rut lately, so i'm trying to write as much as i can in short periods of time, but it hasn't been working out too well.
long story short, i'm writing this a month before you'll actually read it.
anyway, did you enjoy the chapter?
as always, share your ideas in the comments, i love reading yours just as much as i love writing mine.
Thanks
~Sleepy