Phan Oneshots Smut and Fluff

Cavetown Fool

I startled awake as the ringtone sound.

I grappled at the noise, fingers finding cold metal and plastic. Ready for it to be an alarm, only for my squinted eyes to widen in surprise at Dan's blurry face and name. I rubbed at my eyelids and scrambled to answer.

"Hello?" My voice was groggy and low; I cleared my throat and hoped he couldn't tell.

"Hey, Phil, I didn't wake you, did I?" He sounded like he had not gone to sleep, yet. What time was it, anyway?

"No, not at all," I reassured him, my eyes falling back closed. I couldn't tell if it all felt too early or too late. Either way, my foggy brain struggled to find a reason to rouse my tired limbs.

"Oh, good. I didn't want to bother you, I just had to call you. Guess what my mum did this time?" He huffed, a windup to a long explosion of explanations hidden in the edge of his voice.

"What?" 

"She's just awful sometimes," and he was off, like a fuse, "I tried to talk to her about everything going on- like we talked about me doing- but I swear, she didn't listen to a word I was saying. She just kept yelling, and every time I tried to tell her about how I felt, she just got louder. She makes me so fucking irritated," his words were quick and choppy and short. Fast and brisk and determined, like a racehorse on a track. 

I checked the time, finally, surprised to see that it was three in the morning. "Have you guys been arguing all night?" I frowned.

"It fucking feels like it. I accidentally woke her up when I got home around 1 and I swear she has been screaming at me since. We're both in our rooms now but I wouldn't be surprised if she started it all back up again," he sighed.

"This late at night?"

"Who knows with her."

"Maybe we should go for a drive," I suggested, opening my eyes again and sitting up. He could rant to me and while they may help him, his new concern was her starting up another fight. I could prevent that. Easily. I shook my head, trying to shake away the sleepiness. "Or a walk, even." We needed to go somewhere peaceful. Somewhere quiet. I knew just the place. 

"It's okay, really. I can just go on a walk here if I need it," he just barely urged, without a hint of sincerity in his tone.

"Come on, I'll pick you up," I got up, grabbing a shirt and bottoms, along with a pair of shoes. "I'm already getting ready."

That made Dan laugh. There, another thing I could do: make Dan happy. It always felt good to make him happy. "Are you sure it's not too late?"

"Oh my God, no," I stifled a yawn as I reached for my keys. "Trust me, you'll feel much better after."

"Yeah, you're probably right about that," I could hear that lingering smile. And though my bed was entirely too comfy, Dan was worth leaving it.

"Alright, I'm leaving now, be ready!"

"Okay," a pause on the line, so long I thought to hang up, "thank you, Phil. I seriously don't know what I would do without you." The compliment made my heart flutter a bit, perfect palpitations interrupted by pretty words. I so desperately hoped they were true.

"Be a lot more bored, probably." 

More laughter and then the line dead.

I didn't drive often, but Dan didn't drive at all. He had gotten his license around the same time as me, but his family hadn't provided him with a car, nor did he have the money to buy one for himself. This resulted in me taking him anywhere he needed to go. Because I liked to be there for anything Dan needed. I liked when Dan needed me.