Good Morning Greetings {PhAn} [Completed]

Jailable

That chandelier will fall on me some day. I know it will. My eyes narrow as I gaze warily at the hanging death contraption. Yeah, changing locations now.

Let's go back to my room. With my laptop, of course. Who do you think I am?

I'm Dan Howell, godammit, an Internet cult leader. I can't be an Internet cult leader without the internet.

It's been a month since that... incident had happened with Phil. I don't like me turning what actually happened. It's behind closed doors, anyways, right? No one really talks about it.

Everything's back to normal.

I and Phil filmed another collab just yesterday. It's uploaded onto his channel since the last time we were together in a video, it was put up on mine.

He's out right now, leaving me alone by myself.

I was just replying to some tweets a couple minutes ago, in reply to my previous tweet about spilling my water all over the couch. I'll get to that in a bit.

And right now? Right now I'm standing outside Phil's bedroom door. Don't ask me why, I don't know either. I just picked up my laptop, stood up, and walked over to his door. It felt natural, in a way. We were flatmates, though. It isn't anything special.

It also felt kinda wrong. It was as if I shouldn't have been outside his room and somewhere else.

Whatever. I'll just go clean up that water spill. I better do that soon, anyways. Phil hates it when I leave a mess. We all had our rules, of course. We have to clean up after ourselves. It's not like we have a maid.

I guess I should put my device in my room first.

I hear the front door creak open and someone walks in. "Phil? Is that you?"

"No! It's the burglar that's been stalking you for a while. I felt that keys were more appropriate than lock picking," he calls back in an overly sarcastic tone.

I roll my eyes. "Shut up."

"Potty mouth."

I stick my tongue out and he hits me on the shoulder with his fist, laughing quietly. "How was the world?"

Phil shrugs. "Normal. I didn't run into an fangirls today, so that was a bonus. Not that I don't love them, it just gets tiring, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"I went to Starbucks, then went to buy more soy sauce because we're running out. Turns out the shop also didn't have any. I went ahead and bought a Kinder Egg so I wouldn't seem rude."

I shake my head. "That's still a bad habit of yours. Did you eat it?"

He shrugs his galaxy jacket off and raises a brow. "What? The Kinder Egg? Do you want it?" I nod and a small object gets thrown at me. "Take it. I already had one from the next failed soy-sauce-hunting trip."

"Thanks, Phil."

He hums quietly. "You're welcome."

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Time continues to pass and I continue to be on the interent. Just guess today's just a lazy day. A lazy day filled with jailable thoughts I probably wouldn't think of in a day-to-day basis.

The time was around 6. Nothing's been cooking for dinner, so we'd most likely just order take out. There's nothing wrong with take out.

I hear a knock on my door and I let out an warped noise, allowing the knocker to come in.

"Umm... Would pizza be okay?" Phil asks. He looks nervous, for some reason.

"Sure," I respond. "Do you want to call or order online?"

His eyes glance at my bed and I sit up, shifting the laptop on my legs. I nod and Phil takes a seat, clearing his throat. "Let's order online."

"Okay. Hold on, let me pull up the page."

I open a new tab. "What type?"

"Huh?" he questions distractedly. "Sorry, what?"

"What kind of pizza?" I ask again, trailing off at the end.

"Oh!" he exclaims. "Anything would be fine, really."

Phil's phone beeps a few times and he looks down at it quickly. "It's Louise."

"Okay?"

"I'm... gonna go take this. Whatever pizza is alright. Just order."

I frown slightly without and turn my focus back on the website.

Muffled sounds enter my ears. Is he talking right outside my door? Does he realize I can here him?

"No! Not now, Louise!"

Okay... I wonder what they're arguing about.

"Later. I- Me and Dan are doing something," hrs quiet for a little longer and he begins to blush. "Shut up. You are not funny."

Phil paces around and he catches me eavesdropping. His nose wrinkles a but before turning back around. "Now Dan's being a snoop."

"Hey! Rude!"

He waves me off and I cross my arms, leaving him alone again.

Seconds later, he's back in my room and the phone is still on call. "Louise wants to speak to you."

I grab it and put it against my ear. "Yeah? How are you?"

"Good," her voice rings cheerfully. "I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Well. Go ahead. You're talking to me now, aren't you?"

"What's this I hear about you making a move on Phil?"

My eyes widen and I pull the device away before whispering harshly to Phil. "You told her?"

"About what?" he asks loudly. "I didn't tell her anything."

"About the thing."

"What thing?"

"What happened when Tyler was over?"

He moves away. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say a word to her about that."

I roll my eyes and bring the phone back up.

"Dan? Dan? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'm back. What were you saying?"

She lets out a frustrated groan. "I said that you shouldn't be messing with poor Phil like that. You know he tells me about these things!"

I glare at him.

"Yeah, I know."

"And it was a joke? A joke?!"

"I already apologized. It's past us now."

Louise goes quiet and she sighs. "Dan, you really need to just open your eyes a bit more."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"... Nothing. Just a word of advice. Hand the phone back to Phil, please?"

I toss the phone at him. "Looks like she's done talking. Did you finish the order?"

"Ten minutes, they said," he tells me and takes the phone away, making sure to go in his room and shut the door this time.