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➳ mystery lover | 2 ~

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THIS IS A FETUS CHAPTER BY THE AUTHOR. AUTHOR DOES NOT LIKE THIS CHAPTER. AUTHOR IS SORRY.  

warnings: homophobia (i'm sorry)

words: 1523

~Dan's POV~

Not even five minutes ago did Phil text me saying he was bored. I mean, he really did look bored. I had just arrived at the fountain - mine and Phil's 'special place' - and saw him staring mindlessly out into the open space.

It looked like he was muttering something to himself. Probably daydreaming about his dream girl or something, seeing as he mentioned wanting to be in a relationship not a long time ago.

When he read out the comment Jessica posted about him already having his 'special someone', my heart pounded and I wished it could be me. I wished that I could have been his special someone.

Yeah right.

I bet it was like Carrie or something, seeing as they're really close friends and all. They could be cute together? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of him and Carrie being together though. They've known each other for ages and they're the bestest of friends so ... why not?

I heaved a heavy sigh and walked tiredly towards the Phil-I-couldn't-have and sat down next to him.

He didn't even snap out of his trance so I poked his cheek. His eyes came back into focus and he turned his face towards mine. Then he looked away again and poked my cheek in return.

"Hey Danyul," he said, not taking his eyes away from the slowly setting sun.

"Hey Philly. Bored, huh?"

"Yeah." Then he turned to face me again, his gorgeous blue-with-some-green-and-speckles-of-yellow eyes meeting mine.

I gave him a small grin, trying to break the awkwardness, and looked away and watched the children play. At this time? Weird parents.

We sat in a comfortable silence, admiring the orange-yellow glow coming from the calming nature around us.

"We were like that once, Lion," I whispered in a trance, pointing at a particular chubby toddler who was on the swing and fell off, crying to the gods above as loud as he could.

"Yeah. I want one. He's cute."

"You were probably cuter," I mumbled, not knowing what the hell I just said until I said it. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson. I looked away.

"I know but," he grabbed my hand, "you're the most adorable. Right now? Very adorable. Like a little cat with your big brown eyes." I could hear the smirk in his voice as I mustered up the courage to turn and face him.

It was awkward. Does he like me then? Or is he just being nice? I slid my hand into his and interlocked our fingers. Then we went back to admiring the world in its beautiful broken state.

We stayed like that until God knows how long. Then a small child, maybe around the age of four or five, slowly ran up to us. It was the same one who had fallen.

We turned our heads towards him as he stumbled our way. A small smile crept up onto my face and I realised Phil was doing the same.

"Hello there kidling," he cooed, bending over to pinch the boy's cheek and ruffle up his hair.

My hand was still clasped with his and I couldn't help but feel a fuzzy feeling building up inside of me.

I laughed and muttered 'kidling' in a fond voice to him and he grinned up at me.