Phanfiction

Phil

Ever since I met Dan, we've been having the time of our lives. I can't stop thinking about him, either.
"Phil! Turn Doctor Who off! I'm gonna film!" Dan shouts from his room.
"Fine!" I turn off the TV and hop onto my computer.
"He-" I close his. Door so I won't make to much noise gaming.
I look around to see if anyone is looking. Nope.
I open up Google Images and click on Dan Howell and Phil Lester cute moments to see us being photoshopped kissing. I like those pictures.
"Okay Phil, You can turn it back on now!" Dan hollers from his closed room.
I immediately turn off the computer and clear my browser history... just in case. I don't think he knows that I'm actually gay... for him. He's just so funny.
"Whatcha doing?" Dan hops on the blue beanbag in my room.
"Watching 'Weeping Angels take Manhattan.'" I explain. It's our favorite episode.
"Cool. My favorite." He grins. I blush, but I look away so he can't see. I know for a fact that he's straight.
"Wanna film a video?" I suggest to bored Dan.
"Nah. It's nice to just sit with a roomie." He looks back at the screen and tries to look comfortable, except he keeps shifting in his seat.
"Do you want anything? You don't look comfy..." I blurt, sounding mushy.
"Sure. But I'll get it." He says, not saying what he'll get.
"Okay?" I puzzle.
"Got it." He comes back with a few boxes of Oreos and Mars bars.
"Wow." I say, wide eyed at my favorite foods.
"Your favorites. Correct?" He smiles bright.
"Y-yeah." I gaze into his chocolate colored glowing eyes. Breath taking.
He's so cute.