Phan Oneshots

Study of Love

kinda confusing I guess. It starts and than like near the end it picks back up from where is started or something idk just read through it. I have been typing so much that words dont even look right anymore. I spent five minutes trying to write 'not' because it didn' look right. lol

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The nausea, blood rushes to the cheeks, the racing of the heart, dialated eyes . . . These are useless things that are completely random. There is no correlation between these symptoms, per say, and the emotion. Fear is understood. The fight or flight response are studied and understood. This...No no no, there is no way a simple word can send people crazy. Love is unreasonable and strange. The heart has nothing to do with it. The heart is an organ, a muscle. It pumps blood and keeps organisms alive. There isn't a chamber is the heart to control emotion. The arorta doesn't send 'love' down to the abdomen and causing the feelings. The brain controls everything. No brain activity then no life. The brain sends nerves through the body that spark senses. Depression, when certain chemicals are inbalanced and it affects everything. Scizophrenia, dopamine levels are high and causes psychological problems. Everything has an explanation. Everything. One can't just simply accept that being in a coffee shop at 1:23 AM can change everything. It is inconcievable that at 1:23 AM a stranger walks into a coffee shop and at 1:27 AM introduces themselves and then they become everything. To fathom that  a strange, blue eyed stranger can change everything. I can't believe it. I can't. How can a stranger who happens to be a veternarian waltzes into that shop where another man sits, and is desperatly trying to understand how dogs biology works, expecially why they sweat through their tounges: that veternarian just happens to sit across from him and suddenly overnight he wormed his way into the other mans life? It's not logical, not realistic.

"This seat taken?"
Dan peers over the top of his laptop, staring blankly at the strange grinning man and slightly shook his head. He goes right back to his laptop, typing feriously, trying to find a reliable source. The other man, whoms hair was black and sticking up in three different directions and glasses only slightly crooked upon his nose, watches the other in amusing curiosity. Phil liked to make up stories for the people he sees. For instance, the woman diagonal from him, her hair is acute to one who was struck by lightning. Her left jacket sleeve has slid down her shoulder and she does not seem to have any intentions of fixing it. She has a book in hand and is alternating between her thumb nail and cookie to chew on. Her name is Jasmine but only goes by Jaz, her hair never tames and her brush always gets stuck in it every morning. She is a . . . designer. Yeah, designer, who wears sweats and torn and stained T-shirts as she designs in her studio. The man on the laptop doesn't have as much to work with. His hair is curly and wild, brown. His eyes appear to be green as well but the reflection of the laptop my be distorting that. He has a black sweater on with gray sweatpants. One shoe is a nike brand the other seems to be some other tennis shoe brand. He too likes to bite his thumb nail. Phil is just starting to imagine him as some hacker who saves animals when the man spoke.
"Can I help you?" It was curt and rude, but giving the time it was acceptable. "Oh, sorry, I just like making up stories about people."
"Stories" The man said in slight discontention. Phil can see now that his eyes are a swirl of browns.
"Yeah, it passes time."
"Hm."
"I'm Phil"
"Okay."

It is not logical that some man with a goofy smile at 1:46 AM cause nothing but a slight irritaion in someone but than soon, all too soon, they start to stir things in them that have no explenation. No way that a stubborn vet who happens to know the biology of a dog can get my name and number by 2:18 AM.

"Here, let me give you my number, you know, in case you have more questions about animals."
"I'm good."
"Okay I'll take yours" Dan squinted at this man who was walking with him out of the shop, still cheerily talking to him.
"Course, I'll need your name to put into my phone."
Dans lips thinned into a strait line and gave the man a pondering look. He was curious. This man, Phil, just met him and is acting like they have known each other for years.
"You could be a killer." Dan said in monotone. Dan started at the hearty laugh Phil gave.
"Yes yes, but then again, so could you." Dan was offended until he saw the humor in the man's eyes.
"Daniel."
"Okay, Daniel, how about your number?"