Hi... This was a Christmas present for my best friend so it's obviously set in the weeks running up to to big day c: I hope you like it! It's not really angsty or WHY WHY WHY WHY YOU DIE BOY like most of these Phan fics! YAY! aha, so yeah... I'm gonna creep back into my tardis... bai.
Chapter 1
“Daaaann!! Wake up!” Phil yelled, bursting into Dan’s room, leaping onto the younger boy’s bed and punching randomly at the huddle of duvet. “Humph Phil, go away” Dan muttered kicking out and narrowly missing Phil’s face. “Nooo! Dan, its December 1st!” Phil whined excitedly, still punching at Dan. “I DON’T CARE!” Dan shouted, emerging from the sea of bed sheets and pushing Phil off of his bed, sending his room-mate crashing to the floor. Phil sat up rubbing his head and looking around. “What the hell, you need to clean up your room.” Phil said, standing but still rubbing his head. “Your tripod almost decapitated me!” Dan let out a short laugh as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Maybe I placed it there, to ward off unwanted visitors?” He said arching his eyebrow quizzically. Phil merely huffed and walked out of the room, probably to go play Sonic or something.
Dan stood up and stretched, sighing loudly and decided to have a shower and get dressed. Walking to the wardrobe he pulled out the first tee-shirt he saw and scoured his room for his usual jeans. Once he located them, (they were under the shoe pile of doom) he shuffled out to the hallway and into the bathroom after shouting “Phil! I’m having a shower! SEE YA!” but Phil didn’t reply. Shrugging assuming he had still heard the shout, Dan closed the door, not caring to lock it. Plonking his clean(ish) clothes on the floor, he turned on the shower and disrobed. He stepped under the flow of water and flicked his hair back, soaking it thoroughly. Reaching for the shampoo and squirting a considerable amount into his palms, he massaged his scalp whilst singing his ‘go to song’ when he was in the shower.
‘Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama
Siyo Nqoba Ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala’
After his routinely wash, he turned off the water and stepped out onto to cold tiles. Jumping onto a mat, he wrapped himself in fluffy towels and began to dry his hair. “What the-“He pulled his hand away and realised he had a huge lump of conditioner smeared over his scalp. Sighing he got back into the shower, turned on the water and washed his hair. Again.
That’s when it happened.
Dan didn’t hear him coming. He didn’t hear the faint whistle of the Harry Potter theme tune and he didn’t see the door handle slowly turn...
‘dodedododedoodo- AHHH OH MY DAYS!” Phil screamed girlishly as he panicked and covered his eyes. Dan shrieked, instantly cupping himself. In Phil’s fluster to leave the room, he ran into the wall as he was still covering his eyes and fell to the floor. He scrambled to get up and managed to haul his lanky frame through the door as Dan was yelling “PHIL WHAT THE HELL GET OUT! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!”
Phil slammed the door shit behind him and ran to the other end of their shared house. Dan on the other hand, still stood in the shower, trying to process the embarrassment of what just happened.
***
After this ordeal, things weren’t quite the same between the two boys.
Whenever they were in the same room, an awkward silence hung in the air. Dan had tried to make a joke out of it a few times, but Phil just smiled. Dan wouldn’t have minded this but there was something cold and incomplete about this smile. It seemed like it was a mask. One that had cracked too much and was about to fall off...
