Part Of The Story (A Phan Story)

A/N

Hey-llo. It's the author speaking! So, puttin my all into this story. I put the rest of them on hold; I'm putting my all into this and I'm even writing it in my notebooks at school. So enjoy and I'll do my best to entertain you!

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Dan POV

I stared at Phil as he got the chocolate melted and ready for our brownie graveyard.

"Oh, no!" I cried out. "The bowls too small!"

"Chill out," Phil replied calmly. "I've done this before, Dan. I'm a pro." He turned and grinned at me. He licked his lips and bit his tongue as he concentrated. He looked so cute...

"No, Phil!" I looked at the recipe I had popped up on my Mac. "You fold it, not stir!"

"Okay, okay , Dan." He changed his technique and put the bowl down as he finished. "Wanna pour it?" He grinned at me and handed me the bowl. It took my all to keep myself from licking that bowl.

As the brownies baked, Phil and I messed around the living room playing the floor is lava. Just another thing to do on a rainy day. Phil almost fell, as I caught him falling down instead, serving as a cushion for him. We landed in a heap on the flood, tangled and giggling uncontrollably.

I pinned Phil down and gave a sly smile. I leaned forward and tickled his neck, the spot that tickled him then most.

"D-D-Dan." Phil blurted out in between laughing. "What are you doing?" I stopped and stared at his beautiful face. His soft jet black hair, piercing blue eyes the color of then ocean, and the fact that he was always there for me.b

DING!

The timer for the brownies went off and I jumped up.

"Yay!" I gave Phil a hand and we walked into the kitchen where a heavenly chocolaty smell greeted is. "Let's go!"

Phil still wore the same dazed and confused expression he wore when he was trying to sort things out. We're best friends and I knew he didn't feel the same way as I did. I even down hours in a ball crying in my room. Just think about Phil, I thought and kept repeating it in my head.

Think about Phil.

Think about Phil.

Think about Phil...

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Phil's POV

As Dan pinned me down, I stared into his bright hazel eyes until I heard the timer ding, silently cursing it for ruining my chance. I could've leant forward and placed my lips on his soft ones. I bit my lips and got up.

My feelings will never be reached. It was obvious that Dan was straight, and he would never go for an emo freak like me. (A/N I honestly don't have anything against emos, it just 'another part of the story'.) I touched the cuts on mg forearm wincing in pain, and pulling my sleeve down.

If I ever told Dan, I know he'd freak out or break down. I couldn't risk

Dan being unhappy or bear to even see him shed a tear. I don't what I'd do without Dan...

"Phil!" I suddenly snapped out of my thinking zone as Dan shoved a brownie on my face, my eyes wide open.

"Jerk!" I chuckled, wiping the chocolate off.

"Try and catch me," Dan ran away teasing me.

It was times like these when I forgot about all my pain and sorrows, and I only thought about Dan.

Dan.

My Dan.

Danosaur.

These words held what meant the world to me.