Around the corner, Daniel Howell and PJ Liguori emerged from a sweet shop, clutching red striped paper bags. "Those eyes," Dan smiled, "Oh, those eyes! You could literally swim in those eyes, Peej!" His own eyes were glistening with enthusiasm. PJ chuckled as he threaded a strawberry lace around his finger.
"Oh, Dan," PJ sighed, "I would never have known up until now, you're so quiet about this usually." Dan stopped for a moment, giggled slightly and popped a chocolate mouse into his mouth.
"Well I can't exactly 'fangirl'," he mimicked quotation marks with his free hand, "When Phil's around, can I?" PJ hummed a note of approval and took another strawberry lace from the bag. Dan watched PJ as he curled the string around his tongue. "PJ?"
"Dan?"
"...Never mind," Dan muttered, as he approached the traffic light, "I'm going to head back to the flat now, so I'll see you around-"
"It's about Chris, isn't it." PJ said monotonously. Dan turned to face PJ, pulling his best puppy-dog face. PJ burst out laughing and whacked Dan on the shoulder.
"Oh Daniel. Trust you, eh?" PJ laughed, "Chris and I have been going out for a while now." Dan stared at PJ for a moment, then smiled sadly at him.
"That's good, I'm happy for you!" he forced, his own jealousy taking over his voice. Dan hurried across the road and ran to his flat, burying his face in his pillow as he cried himself to sleep.
"Because I know what it's like to love someone when they don't love you back."