Stranger - Phan - Chapter 5Phil's P.O.V This is a stupid idea. An incredibly pathetic, lame, impossible, stupid idea. But here I am, walking the same route to Starbucks, hoping to see Muse Guy again. The weather was slightly better than the past few weeks' journeys to the shops, with the sun actually making a (dim) appearance from behind the clouds. I missed the rain, but the tonnes of people surrounding me seemed a bit more chipper, and I certainly didn't miss their complaints. I had my happy playlist playing in my ears, which consisted of mostly The Downtown Fiction, Summer Set, some Muse and a little My Chemical Romance. It was also a dumb idea, but I thought maybe my music would give me a bit of luck with finding my stranger. Wait, my stranger? I own him? Well, that's great, Phil. I chuckled quietly at myself and stared down at my shoes, my cheeks no doubt tinted pink at my odd thoughts. And before I could even notice my shoe untied, for
Stranger - Phan - Chapter 3Phil's P.O.V At 7:51 p.m on a Saturday night, a typical young adult would be out having fun, right? With like.. friends, or whatever. Drinking, dancing, having sex...Well, I've got the dancing down.With a stuffed Gengar to One Direction, but. It's not that different.So what if "Kiss You" is one of my favourite songs?Maybe Niall Horan is the most adorable person ever.Okay, maybe Muse Guy was a little cuter. I sighed. For all of the eight days it'd been since we--literally--ran into eachother, I couldn't get him off my mind. His kind eyes, his wavy hair from the rain that maybe totally reminded me of a Hobbit, and duh, he was listening
Stranger - Phan - Chapter 1 Phil's POV "...this damn weather," "...moving to the States the first chance I get, I tell you," "...feel like a wet dog!"Grumbles. Everyone's grumbling, and I don't understand it. Sure, it's a bit foggy, and it's been drizzling constantly, but I personally have always enjoyed the rain. I look up from my phone, and the dim green sign isn't far away now. I haven't been
Sick ~ Jalex One-shotJack was sat in front of the television at way-too-early on a Sunday, watching some old Simpson's re-run he'd seen a thousand times. He sighed loudly as he got up and went to the kitchenette for his third bowl of cereal, and almost dropped the box when he heard a loud groan followed by a thump from the back of the bus. He set down his breakfast and padded toward the sounds, and soon saw a very flushed and shaky Alex emerging from the bathroom. Jack raised an eyebrow as he watched Alex stumble back over to his bunk and lean against the wall there. "Are you wasted, hungover, or actually sick?" He asked, amused by Alex's small glare. "Sick, asshole. Fuckin' flu or something," the singer complained, accompanied by a painful-sounding