Crashing Down- A Phanfiction

Deal (Sort Of)

A/N: SO GUYS, I might start another story on this account, but if I don't, please start stalking tatoandstringbean because that's my other account. So yeah, enjoy!~tato

Phil's P.O.V.
I walked in the flat just as Rachel was telling the punchline of a hilarious joke. But she didn't get to finish, because she was interrupted by Dan.
"Phil! I need to talk to you!"
"Erm...ok..." I said.
"I'll get started on lunch," said Rachel. Once Dan and I were in his room, Dan started babbling.
"Ok, so I've been thinking. I really want to tell people about us. I also really want you to get better. So here's my statement: if we tell our viewers about us, you have to promise that you'll let me take you to the therapist's. Is that ok?"
"Sure, Dan. I think I've come to terms that I need help. And I promise, I'll try my hardest not to throw up my lunch or dinner today," I said truthfully. Dan smiled.
"Good."

Dan's P.O.V.
Phil and I left my room and went into the kitchen. Turkey sandwiches were sat on paper plates, with mini mountains of crisps surrounding them. A fresh pickle slice was set next to each sandwich.
"Wow, Rachel, this looks great!" I said. She beamed.
"What, this? This is nothing." I immediately dug in, having a food orgasm, if you know what I mean. Phil grabbed his sandwich and, slowly, started to eat. He chewed each bite in a slow manner, even with the crisps and pickle. After all 3 of us had finished, we all went about our own business, tumblr-ing and Rachel catching up on the anime we showed her. Phil quietly shut his laptop and stood up.
"No, Phil," said Rachel, with serious worry in her eyes.
"Phil, it's only 3:30, you need to hold out! Or better yet, don't do it at all," I said. Phil smiled.
"Relax. I'm just going to read in my room. Ok?"
"I don't believe you..." I said, following him. He calmly walked into his room, and locked the door. I sighed, and walked away.

Phil's P.O.V.
Little did Dan know that I'd secretly his a trash can in my room. So, I completed the horrible ordeal, seeing full pickle chunks in the sick when is finished. I sat there, dry heaving, since the sight of my sick makes me want to bring more up. I guess I was heaving too loudly, because I heard pounding footsteps and a worried Dan, shouting,
"PHIL!"