Polaroid (A Phan AU)

Chapter One

"Will the pretty flower be going in the album with the cute ladybird?" He teased mercilessly. I had never seen a yellow ladybird, OK, I just wanted to capture the moment! Stop judging me, I feel you judging me!

I snatched my precious baby away from him and cradled it to my chest before carefully slipping it into my trouser pocket. I couldn't help feeling a little put out and hurt, even though I knew very well he wasn't being serious.

"Shut up," I mumbled, dipping my head so he wouldn't see my red cheeks.

When I looked up through my eyelashes I noticed him smirking before his face was suddenly serious.

"Why do you take the stupid pictures anyway?"

He didn't hesitate to turn and start walking immediately after he asked, leaving me to run after him like an idiot.

I considered my reply, baffled. Chris never usually took an interest in my emotions. We were the sort of friends that conversed mundanely and just enjoyed each others company.

"I-I don't really know? I guess I just love to capture moments. Like, as opposed to just letting them slip from your memory over time."

That, and the fact that my beautiful Polaroid camera and antique marble scrapbook were my only truly valuable items. Things that were mine and only mine, and held more emotional properties than material ones. They were the first and last things my great aunt had ever bought for me, when she fell out with my mother only a short while after their reunion.

"Its weird, I know. Phil Lester, the fourteen year old nerd that fanboys over memory catching." I muttered when Chris hadn't replied a couple of minutes later.

"Its not weird!" He blurted, surprising me, "its just that your response was a little more heartfelt than I expected. I didn't know what to say."

Okay, this was officially strange. Asking me about my feelings was one thing, but confessing his own?! And he hadn't quoted Shakespeare once! I was on the verge of phoning an ambulance.

I let my fingers brush against the photo in my pocket to distract myself, smiling a little.

"Why did you ask anyway?" I wondered aloud.

"I was just curious. I mean, you get so excited over the damn pictures, I figured that maybe it was some sort of creepy fetish." He explained nonchalantly, pointedly ignoring me when I spluttered and flushed. Oh god, how long had he thought that?! Oh god.

I'd had my weird photo taking addiction way before I even knew him, did this mean he'd just assumed it from the very beginning? How mortifying! Oh god.

"Well, don't you have any guilty pleasures? Things that make you happy even though they really shouldn't?" I snapped, not really expecting an answer.

When I turned my head to look at him though, I noticed that his face had to darkened to a deep shade of red, suggesting otherwise. I raised my eyebrows, eager to hear his reply.

"Um, nope. None at all." He muttered, staring very hard in the other direction. I smirked in disbelief. What a little liar. Did he really expect me to believe him?

"Liar. Tell me. Now." I demanded, rare authority laced through my voice. He turned his head to stare at me, wide eyed.

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but then snapped it shut and sighed when he saw that it was pointless.

"You already know." He mumbled, confusing me. Knew what? He bowed his head and concentrated very hard on the ground before continuing. "My literature quoting. My happy escape."

My eyes widened.

"I hadn't realised, I thought you just wanted to be smart all the time." I admitted, watching him furrow his brow and purse his lips at my reply. "Why does it mean so much to you?"

He cleared his throat.

"I genuinely don't know. I just get this elated feeling whenever I get the chance to throw in a piece of Shakespeare or Dickens or Hardy." I struggled to keep a straight face at the innuendos I heard in that sentence and let him continue without interjecting. "I guess- I don't know." He stuttered throughout his explanation, making it clear that he had never admitted this before, to anyone.

"Hey, I think its cool. Don't worry about it." I reassured him. I had never seen him convey this much emotion in such a short space of time.

The silence that settled on us after that was almost unbearable. Our situation had become terribly awkward.

We weren't far from Chris's house now, and the conversation felt everything but over.

An idea to rectify the situation sparked in my mind as I glanced over at Chris's still pink face, and I stopped suddenly, swinging my bag off my shoulders.

After a few seconds, Chris responded by stopping also and staring quizzically over his shoulder at me as I brought out my camera. His face cleared when he caught sight of it.

"What have you spotted that you want to 'capture' now, thou cream faced loon?"

Smiling to myself, I checked that his own face was still anything but cream before I turned on my camera, adjusted some settings and snapped a picture of him, not giving him a chance to protest. I laughed mercilessly aat his shell-shocked expression.

I desperately dug out a Shakespearean phrase from the array of random snippets of information strewn out in my mind, sheltering the newly developed photo from the sun.

"I was searching for a fool when I found you, Chris Kendall."

A/N

And so it begins...

This phanfiction is kind of my baby and a big step from my previous fanfic, which was five chapters. In this one I aim to have a LOT more. Opinions?

I'll be updating this every Saturday, throwing in a oneshot every Monday, and posting on the collab acc @KnivesAndPens_xo every Wednesday from now on! So yeah look forward to more of me :)

Its 2 in the morning as I write this and I'M SO AWAKE ugh its becoming a problem

Also karim just

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