Phil's POV
 
  Phil had definitely noticed the brown haired boy hanging around the book store, but he was never going to admit that. He was quite attractive, and Phil got a bit too excited whenever he walked through those doors. The first few times, Phil just thought he really liked to read, but he often caught the boy staring at him with those enticing brown eyes of his, before blushing and quickly looking away.

  Most people would be creeped out by this, but Phil was quite okay with it. No one had ever really showed this much interest in him before, and besides, that boy really was good looking. So Phil just let it happen, wondering if the boy would ever try to actually start a conversation with him.

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  It was 7 pm, and Phil had just gotten off of work. It had been a rather boring day, and he was quite disappointed that his admirer hadn't shown up today. He was so use to seeing those chocolate eyes peering out from around the stacks of books.

  He sighed and pulled on his jacket, grabbing his bag from the back and heading out the door. Outside, it was a bit chilly, so he zipped up his jumper and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

  He was halfway down the block when he saw him. His brown haired boy. Just standing there, staring at nothing in particular. His back was to Phil, so he hadn't noticed him yet. Phil decided to make a move, even if it was just a small, unnoticeable one.

  He walked quickly up to the boy, and when he was right behind him, he ran into him, not hard, just enough to be noticed.

  "Oh, sorry." Phil said, looking back at the brown eyes, that widened in shock when they saw Phil. Phil had hold back a laugh at that face, funny but still so adorable. He turned back around and continued walking, trying his hardest not to look back.

  He'd first saw the guy about two weeks ago, when he walked into the store and bought some books. He'd casually thought that, hey, he was kinda cute. He didn't think he'd ever see him again, let alone be stalked by him. He was honestly surprised that he had showed up again, the next day around the same time. After that, it was like clockwork, Phil starting his shift, reading most of the time, Brown Eyes showing up, pretending to buy books, then leaving. And it was nice.

  He'd had a dream about him once. About a week after their first 'meeting'. He could remember the details, but it had been a bit, erm...intense. Long story short, he'd had to deal with a little 'problem' the next morning. God, he didn't even know the boys name and he was already having wet dreams about him.

  He had just reached his front door when his cell phone started ringing from his pocket. He pulled that out along with his keys and answered it while unlocking the door.

  "Hello?" he said tiredly.

  "Hey Phil, you won't believe what happened to me!" said an excited voice through the line.

  "Hey, Peej. Nice to hear from you too." Phil said, ignoring the 'big news' that his best friend was hinting at.

  "Yeah, yeah, listen. I met a guy. An awesome, cute-no, sexy, guy."

  Phil laughed at his friends excitement. He sounded like a school boy with a crush. PJ had come out as gay only a month ago and since then, he'd been obsessed with almost every guy he saw. He'd been in at least 10 relationships, all of which never lasted long, but Phil never judged him. Hell, he wished he attracted guys like PJ seemed to.

  "Really? What's he like then?" Phil prepared himself for a very long description of some guy that he's probably never even meet.

  "Oh, Phil, he's just absolutely fantastic! We ran into each other, literally, in this coffee shop, he spilled his drink all over me, so I bought him another. He was all shy and adorable, he kept blushing. He got really flirty with me. He was leaving, and I though, 'PJ, don't let him get away!' So I chased after him, and he blushed again, I asked him for his number, and BAM! I might be in love..."

  Phil laughed at this over dramatic tale. "You said he was sexy?"

  "God, yes! He has these eyes, there brown, you'd think they'd just be regular. But no, there all deep and sparkly, especially when he laughs. And his hair, just perfect. I want to run my fingers through it. He was wearing these skinny jeans, that really defined his, uh.... legs. You have to see him!"

  Phil had paused in the middle of this description, standing in his hallway. Because he had seen PJs mystery boy. At least, he thought he had. Could it be his boy, his brown eyed boy? "What's his name?" he asked.

  "Dan, isn't that just a beautiful name? Well, to me. Anyway, I've got to go, talk to you later? Bye!" And with that, PJ hung up, leaving Phil standing there, wondering if maybe his admirer had grown tired of him and met someone else. His best friend, specifically.

  It would make sense. His brown eyed boy hadn't been to the shop today, which was quite odd. But he'd been in the streets, in front of... a coffee shop.

  So his name was Dan? It was quite beautiful...