D A N
phil gave me a black tuxedo to wear then he went to the bathroom to wear his since phil's parents decided that we'll have dinner in a fancy restaurant with his uncle and hi's uncle's wife, I kinda didn't want to though, I mean I just came here to spend time with phil and I don't like meeting new people, well I mean I will be spending time with him, only with more people around.
"are you done?"
phil said from the bathroom, not wanting to walk on me half naked, I guessed.
"yeah"
I said and he came out, he stood close to the door, with a black tuxedo and a white shirt underneath it.
"do you know how to tie a tie"
he leaned on the door frame and tilted his head, holding a navy blue tie.
"I do"
I said and he walked over to me, looking graceful as heck
-like a hippo-
"can you tie it for me"
he said with a low soft voice, handing me the tie, and for the first time since I met him, he didn't look adorable, he looked hot, like so hot, his figure looked taller and more muscular in the black tuxedo and I think I almost drooled.
"yeah, sure"
I said quickly and felt my face heating up, he raised his head, giving me access to his neck, I buttoned up the last button and tied the tie around his neck, I was focusing on the tie but I can feel him looking at me, he gulped and his adam's apple moved up and down and I smiled at myself.
"done"
I said and he looked at me
"a- are you going to wear a tie?"
he gestured at me, I had two buttons undone.
"I don't like buttons, I mean ties"
I said nervously and he laughed.
"you look good with the tuxedo by the way"
he said as we were going down the stairs and I blushed.
"you do too"
I said and he smiled at me and nodded.
his parents were sitting on the couch and then they stood up when we came in, his mother in a formal black dress and his dad also in a black tuxedo, he looked like an older version of phil, oh well I guess he's his dad isn't he?
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I was in the passenger seat, next to phil who was driving the car, and his parents were in the backseat. he was really frustrated, I could tell, he was tapping his feet and sighing the whole time and he didn't say a word the whole ride to the restaurant, I finally asked him about it when we were walking through the parking lot behind his parents to the restaurant.
"what's wrong phil?"
I whispered
"nothing, I'm fine"
he smiled but didn't look at me.
"phil seriously what's wrong?"
"dan, seriously I'm fine"
he said, didn't look at me again, and when phil talks to you without looking at you, he's probably lying, but I decided to let go.
we entered the restaurant, it was big, like really big, there were about 25 medium round tables covered with white cloth with red candles and roses on them, and there were at least 5 chandleries hanging from the ceiling which didn't even light the place decently. phil quickly and suddenly took my hand and squeezed it, I looked at him, he was looking around the place and gulping, his hand were shaking against mine, I squeezed his hands back to try to relax him, I know what's happening, I almost forgot about what happened that time with my friends.
he let go of my hand when we sat down, reaching for his phone, we were waiting until his uncle arrives until we actually order anything, phil's parents were reading the menu and phil was on his phone, I heard my phone buzz in my pocket so I reached for it, a message from Phil has arrived? I looked at him and he was looking at me, he gestured at the phone with his eyes.
*dan, act like the message wasn't from me, I didn't want to talk about it in front of my parents but, listen, I don't like this, I don't want to meet them, I don't even like this place, you know I hate crowded places and I think I might cry, I don't like people to look at me, I feel like they're all judging me, I can't even concentrate with all these sounds around me, I don't want to cry in front of my uncle, he already thinks I'm a weird emo kid, I think I have social anxiety*
I read the message and then I turned to phil, who gestured at the phone again.
*you're really failing at not making them notice that I sent you a message dan*
*I'm sorry, anyway, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE WE CAME HERE, we would've stayed home, nobody said you had to come, I don't want you to get stressed out because of some stupid family dinner, no offense*
I sighed and leaned back, waiting for him to reply, it was hard not to look at him now.
*I'm sorry okay, I just didn't want to piss my parents off, but I think they'll be more pissed off if I burst out crying in front of my uncle, or maybe even punch someone in the face or something*
*first of all, do not apologize you noob, second of all, I'm pretty sue your parents wouldn't be pissed off of something like this, but we're already here so here's the plan, if it gets bad you run, you just leave to the bathroom, try to relax yourself, now if it gets really bad then just go home, don't even care about explaining anything to anyone, and if you did cry in front of them, it's really not that big of a deal, everyone cries, and remember, your mental health is more important than anything, alright?*
I sent him the text, but I couldn't help but look at him this time, he was reading the text and smiling, which made me smile so I looked away.
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so I had to write this two times because I originally wrote it on my laptop but it didn't show up here and suddenly I couldn't find it anywhere so I had to write it again and it's probably way worse than the original so.... wow fun.
yeah but I just really wanted to thank anyone who's actually reading this shitty fanfic, I really appreciate it (^_^)
