Fluffy Phan Oneshots

New Beginnings

Dan

"Okay Phil, are you sure you can't see a thing?"

"Dan, I promise that I can't. Can I at least have a hint as to what this big thing is that I have to be blindfolded for? Wait, this isn't some new kink you have, right? Do you have some weird blindfolding fetish that I didn't know about?"

"I promise that is definitely not the case. Just take my hand and follow me."

The chilly November air hit us as we stepped out of the warm coffee shop and into the deserted streets. I knew the neighborhood well and checked my pocket once more for the keys. Not many people were out this early (I was surprised we even woke up), which was good because we only got a few strange stares. Seeing two guys walk hand in hand in England isn't a big deal or rare occurrence or anything, but when one of them is blindfolded, you definitely get some odd glances.

I could tell Phil was nervous, but who wouldn't be when your boyfriend wakes you up at six in the morning, takes you to a small little town you haven't been to, and then blindfolds you. Two minutes into the walk, and I was pretty sure I was going to lose my hand with how hard Phil was squeezing.

"Wait, Phil. Stop."

"What's wrong? Is there something up ahead?"

"No, I just want to take the blindfold off. It was a lame idea and I'd much rather enjoy the sunrise with you seeing it too." I leaned over and pulled up the piece of cloth, revealing the wonderful blue eyes that mesmerized me each time I looked into them. I loved watching the colors change. Not only were they blue, but they also had some green and specks of yellow in them. I watched as he pulled the cloth all the way off his head, watching how his dark hair fell into his face, contrasting with the pale color of his skin.

"You know, the sunrise is behind you, not me. If you really wanted to watch the sunrise you'd turn around," he teased.

"In case you haven't noticed, Philly, you're the only sunshine I need." I realized that was cheesy as I was talking, but who cares. Even though Phil hates cheese, he sure does love cheesy statements. I watched him roll his eyes and act like that was the most insane thing he'd ever heard, but I saw the corner of his lips turn up slightly before he hid his face in my chest.

"You're a dork, Howell."

"Come on, let's go." I took his hand in mine again, relishing in the way our fingers intertwined. We walked a few more blocks until I could see our final destination, excitement bubbling through me. I tried to act casual, as if I was just walking through the neighborhood, and I hoped Phil was buying it.

"Daaaaan, I'm cold and I think we're lost. Let's try finding our way back to that coffee shop we went to earlier."

"Okay, I think I might know the way out, it's right around here," I responded, leading Phil up the driveway of a cute little house.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't the coffee shop, but maybe the people who live here know how to get out of this neighborhood. Let's go knock on the door and ask." We walked up the driveway to the door and as I Phil went to knock, I pulled out the key. "Dan, what are you doing? You can't use our apartment key on this house, that won't work. Also, it's breaking and entering and it's a crime." I slipped the key into the hole and turned, opening the door wide and gesturing Phil in. "No Dan, this is illegal."

"Come on it's fine. I know the owners of this place and they'll be cool with us coming in."

"Who owns this place?" I turned to face Phil, trying my absolute hardest to contain the smile threatening to appear, but when that failed and I started giggling, he had even more questions. "Seriously Dan, who owns this house?"

"We do." His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to process the new information, which just made me giggle harder. "Philip Michael Lester, welcome home."