supermarket flowers // phan

aisle five

hi hello there is like 2 people reading this but thank u so much if that is u <3

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"are you working tomorrow?" asked dan after clearing his throat to break the silence

"4 til 9" replied phil, his eyes fixated on the road

"same"

"great"

"i can't work you out lester" dan sighed, shifting in his seat, resting his freckled cheek on the headrest to face phil

"good, i wouldn't bother trying" replied phil monotonously

"there has to be some way to get you to like me, everyone else does"
phil could feel the smugness radiating out of dans wide grin

"like who" retorted phil

"lisa, ellen, tyler, dean.." dan began counting their fellow colleagues on his fingers to extenuate his point

"oh please, the girls only want to get in your pants, well... tyler does as well now i come to think of it " interrupted phil, heavily rolling his eyes

"so i take it that means you don't want to get in my pants then?" pouted dan, humour in his voice yet phil almost mistook him for being slightly serious

phil snorted, "don't flatter yourself dan"

"challenge accepted" dan said, folding his arms in triumph, his grin never leaving his face

"not gonna happen, i'm not gay" replied phil, his hand pulling at his raven hair in discomfort

"ha.. please" snorted dan, shuffling in his seat

"do you want to fucking walk?" spat phil, his head snapped to the left, eyes piercing into dans

"eyes on the road lester" dan taunted, staring back into phil's, mentally noting how they resembled a midwinter sky

the rest of the journey was accompanied by the low hum of phil's radio, playing cheesy pop songs that neither of the sleepy boys cared for, but they were grateful that the songs meant little conversation had to be made. slowly but surely phil made his way through the traffic, his eyes become sore, yet he still frantically rubbed them every so often to try and wake himself up. out of the corner of his eye he spotted dan, his head tilted back and his mouth hanging open slightly, heavy breaths escaping his parted lips.

phil wasn't one for emotions, but a wave of vulnerability swept over him as his face softened at the sight of dan, the street lamps illuminating his face in an amber glow as phil pulled up outside of his house. for a few seconds, phil just stared, he noticed dans chapped lips from his constant gnawing on his mouth, he noticed how his fingernails were chewed down to the nail bed, how green and yellow swirled together in tiny bruises littering his arms. how his thick eyelashes and small, round, freckled nose framed his face against his small head of honey curls.

phil mentally slapped himself.

he pushed dans arm and gestured to his house when dan groggily opened his eyes, he quickly gathered his bag and uttered a shy gratitude, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink shade. phil watched him drag his feet towards the front door.

once safely inside, phil hit his head against the steering wheel, groaning to himself. utterly frustrated that he had looked at dan in that way.

that could not happen.

ever.