The Whiskers Are The One Thing You Can't Replace

||Chapter 2||

||Dan's POV||

"Dan?" Phil called to me, knocking on the door. He opened it, popping his head in through the door way.

"Hmm?" I asked, still half asleep. I flipped over, facing his way, and sat up some, forcing my eyes open.

"I made some breakfast if you want some," he said, and moved the door opened more.

"Oh god, you didn't burn the kitchen down, right? We still have a kitchen?" I asked jokingly, and he smiled, giggled a little bit, and nodded.

"Yes, Dan, we still have a kitchen. I'm glad I didn't burn the kitchen down. It's a first. And before you ask, no, I didn't poison the food... Not mine, at least," Phil said, being his normal cute and funny self.

"Oh yeah, thanks. Poison mine and let me die. I see how it is," I replied sarcastically.

Phil laughed a little. "Yes, but you still love me. And you'd still love me even if I did actually poison your food, which I wouldn't by the way. Not without a good reason, at least..." He joked again.

"Yep, feeling the love, Phil," I replied. He rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, are you just going to lay there all day, or are you going to get up and have some breakfast? Also, don't forget you have Troye's party today," he reminded me. I let out a tiny groan.

I sighed, contemplating on if I should get out of bed. I glanced over at the clock. It was 1:13 PM.

Wait, what? Did I just read that right??

I looked again. Sure enough, the same numbers I had just read were the same.

1:13 PM.

Damn, I had to go to Troye's surprise party in 4 hours. The party was at 5:45 p.m. to be exact.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second," I said to Phil, and Phil nodded, walking out the door.

I watched at Phil's head poked back out the door, shutting it behind him. I layed in bed for a few minutes more, before I finally decided it was time to get up.

So, I got up, and got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and slipped on socks, because the floor was always freezing cold in the morning. I then exited my room, before walking to the kitchen. I sat down in one of our few multicolored chairs at the table. Phil had already made me a plate with two pancakes on it, arranged how I always ate it. I just ate it one, certain way.

I bit into one of the pancakes, and my eyes widened in surprise. "Wow! Okay, you're a better cook than I expected."

Phil smiled, laughing quietly before he bit into one of his own pancakes.

"Did you use the Delia Smith recipe? The one from our Pancake Day video?" I asked, and we both laughed. He nodded.

"Yes, actually. I was just hungry and thought back to our Pancake Day video and looked up the same recipe. It was good the first time we made it. I'm surprised that I made the flip, unlike SOME people," Phil said in a joking manner, glaring at me jokingly. I laughed.

"Well sorry that I don't have good hand-eye coordination unlike SOME people," I said in the same way, mimicking him. He smiled a little bit, rolling his eyes, and then continued eating. I did too.

||Phil's POV||

Dan today seemed rather surprised at my cooking. Although I kind of couldn't blame him -- I wasn't always the best of cooks.

After we finished our breakfast, we cleaned up and then began to play Mario Kart for a while.

"Hah! Passed you again you little sucker," Dan said to me, as we got competitive in Mario Kart. Well, any game really, but especially Mario Kart.