I'm running out of patience or care for this whole fanfiction thing. At least the phan stuff. I'll make a statement about what my plans are for my fics on my profile. ~gum wrapper.

Dan's p.o.v.

I stare at him. The beautiful stranger who captured everyone's attention.

"You what?" I gasp.

"Dan what color is your paint?"

I slap a hand over my arm. He's not tricking me that easy. Nobody likes my color.

"It's... um," I pause as I try to make up a color.

"Is it dark? Like a navy or black?"

"It was," the mumble comes out before I can think.

He moves so now he sits across from me. His knees rest against mine and his blue eyes (the color of the sky on a crisp winter day as you and your friends try to knock icicles from the roof) are locked onto mine. His eyes are hypnotic with their yellow ring in the middle and the blue base and the green flecks.

"Yours is bright yellow isn't it?" I ask, changing the focus away from me.

"It was. Just like you said. Take a guess as to when it got darker."

I shake my head. What if I'm wrong?

"When I met you Dan. That day, it darkened. Why haven't you said anything since? I've been going crazy."

I'm frozen in place by his eyes but I want to get up and run away. I don't want him to know so much. It's too personal and if he's my soulmate he should definitely go away and pretend we never met.

"Dan?"

"Phil, you can't be my soulmate. You're mistaken. You're too beautiful, too kind, too polite, too happy. You're too bright. I'm a train wreck with no survivors and as badly as I want to love you, you'll end up hurt. I can't do that to you. I won't let you love your life tied down by this... this mess that's your soulmate. I wish you had a different color on your skin than this damned turquoise so that you can keep being happy and never know what you're missing!" I got louder as I went and am nearly yelling as I finish.

He leans forward and swipes his fingers under my eyes. I didn't know I was crying. "Dan Howell, I like you mess and all. Your train wreck life isn't helpless. I can be the rescue team to come and save you alright?"

I smile, words clogging my throat.

"May I see your color now?" He acts so sweetly it nearly breaks my heart.

"Y-yes," I roll back my sleeve and he runs his fingers over my soulmark. Fireworks explode in my stomach.

"We match!" He grins.

And he's right. We do.

End.