Is This The Life?

DAN'S POV

It was the next morning, and Phil and I both seemed to stumble out of our rooms at the same time. His hair was messy, and his fringe half covered his eyes. I imagined I probably looked the same.

"Hey Dan," he yawned.

"Morning Phil," I said rather tiredly.

We walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Phil prepared two teas and I looked for breakfast. It was the same thing we have been doing almost every morning for nearly a year now.

I made us some pancakes, which we both devoured in a fit of hunger, and then we proceeded to go get dressed for the day. It was when I came out of my room and into the lounge that I was very surprised.

Phil immediately hopped up from the couch upon my entry to the lounge. He smiled and walked towards me.

"What's up?" I asked him, suspicion and worry creeping into my voice.

"Dan," He grabbed my hand. My heart pounded quickly and I began to blush. "Would you like to go with me on our first proper date tonight?" He smiled a toothy smile, and his tongue barely poked out one of the corners.

I also smiled, and nodded. "I would be honored, sir."

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It was about 6:30, and we were both dressed up nicely. I had on a black button-down, black trousers, and a white tie. Phil's outfit was half inverted of mine, with a white shirt, black tie, and black trousers.

We smiled and made our way to the door. We were going to a nice restaurant, and decided to call a cab, rather than go with public transit. There is something exciting about an official first date. It is like even though you might have known a person for a while, you are meeting them all over again.

"Here we are," Phil said as the cab pulled up to the curb beside the restaurant. He handed the driver his pay, and stepped out. Like a gentleman, he outstretched his arm as if to help me out of the seat. I took it, and slid out.

We walked into the gigantic building, from which dozens of hosts and hostesses seemed to pour from, inviting us in, guiding us to our table, and pouring our wine. Everything was so fancy, and I wondered how Phil had managed to do any of it.

"Phil, this is all so elegant, but how are we affording this?" I asked, still smiling into my wine glass.

"I have my ways," he said in a lone tone. "So Dan, what are you going to get?"

The waiter came by moments later, asking us the same question. We both ended up asking for the steak, which sounded absolutely amazing. The waiter left, leaving us alone at the satin-clothed table.

I looked at my hands, not quite sure of what I wanted to say about this. I probably would have stayed like that for a while, but Phil's voice broke through the silence.

"You look really nice tonight, Dan," he whispered. I blushed and looked up at him. When our eyes met, something weird happened. My stomach had this weird feeling, and it startled me. I was getting butterflies from being with him. No one had given me butterflies just by looking at them in a long time.

"You do too," I said, trying to push past the feeling.

"Dan? Are you alright? You look a little flushed," he asked me quickly, leaning over the table a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just…." I trailed off. "I just want this to be perfect, so I don't want to say anything stupid," I said.

He began to giggle a bit. "Dan," His tongue poked through his teeth. "Nothing you could say could make tonight not perfect. Well, unless it is like 'I hate you' or something."

I smiled. He was right. The evening was the most amazing night ever. I was sitting across the table from the one person I loved, in this amazing restaurant. Life couldn't have been any better.

We were going to head back to our flat to rent a film. It would be the perfect end to this wonderful night with my boyfriend. I felt like I couldn't stop grinning. What had caused me to suddenly fall so madly in love.

The cab pulled up outside the restaurant, and we hopped in. It had begun to rain, and the seats squeaked as we slid into them.

"The storm's getting pretty bad, sounds like it really is a good night to stay in with a film," Phil remarked, nudging my arm with his.

"Yeah, what were you thinking about getting?"

Phil was about to answer, but we were cut off by the loud yelling of the cab driver. Peering over the seat to see what the commotion was gave us only one second to see the car going down the wrong lane. The next thing we heard was the shredding metal and crashing into the car.

I guess we aren't going to be watching a film tonight.

BLACK.

Sorry this one was kind of short; I wanted to get it up ASAP. Please review. I love reviews. Cheering for Dan and Phil's first date? Bye for now! ~Lexi~