Stay [a danisnotonfire fanfiction]

Milkshakes and musicals

"How about, you come to mine today? You can meet Phil if you want?" He suggests gently.

It's been a month since the train incident, and Dan is still tip-toeing around me as if I'm going to explode.

"That could be pretty fun," I smile, nodding my head. Dan grins and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers and pushing the button for the 19th floor. We lean against the mirrored surface and watch the numbers slowly go up, one by one.

"I feel like this would be the perfect opportunity to just burst into song. You know, like a scene from High School Musical or something," I laugh.

"Maybe we should! Quick, what should we sing?"

"I don't know, something about time or numbers?" I suggest, keeping my eye on the tiny panel telling is which floor we're on. "Quick Dan, five more floors to decide!" I screech dramatically. His expression makes me laugh; he's thinking much harder than I am.

"Two floors!"

"One! Dan, hurry up!"

"DAN!" I scream as the doors slide open, giving him my best 'angry' look. But that expression doesn't last long, because I'm suddenly being wrapped up in his arms and spun out of the lift.

"Take my hand, take a breath, pull me close, and take one step," Dan sings, putting one hand around my waist and the other hand in mine.

"This doesn't have anything to do with time or numbers!" I laugh, throwing my head back and putting a hand on his shoulder as he starts to waltz through the corridor.

"I know, but its from High School Musical, like you said, and its the only one I could think of," he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you," we both sing, in ridiculously high pitched voices. "It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do!" I burst into laughter as Dan clumsily spins me under his arm and picks me up by the waist, trying to copy the movie. He steps back and forth and I follow his feet; round in circles, through the hallway of the 19th floor. My eyes stay locked on his, a smile held firmly in place by the stupid happiness flying about in my stomach. He's got a grin to match mine, and we continue giggling at each other as we attempt to waltz properly, neither of us knowing how to do so.

We end up outside a door I assume is Dan's, me staring up at him as his head towers above mine. The smile never leaves my face as he ducks his head closer to mine and presses our lips together. It's only a short kiss, lasting mere seconds, but its enough to fill my cheeks with a stupid red blush, and set my heart beating erratically. He lifts his head again and I feel like my insides are melting. Dan grabs my hand and slides a key into the door we're stood next too, pushing it open and calling out to Phil.

"Yo Philip, we have a guest," he calls into the seemingly empty apartment.

"Okay, be right there," a muffled voice yells back from somewhere a few rooms away.

"You thirsty, Envy?" Dan asks, turning to me.

"Um, yeah, a little," I reply.

"Milkshakes?" he suggests with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Why the mischievous look, Daniel?" Someone says from behind us. I turn round to see a mop of black hair on a guy almost as tall as Dan, leaning against the door frame and grinning. "I'm Phil," he says, skipping enthusiastically towards me.

"Envy," I say, shaking his outstretched hand and smiling.

"Woah, cool name!"

"Thanks," I say, looking at the ground, "I hate it!"

"It's much more interesting than 'Philip'!" he laughs. I look up at him and grin, already feeling like we'd known each other for a long time.

Dan starts clattering about behind us, taking things out of the fridge and the cupboards, and putting them on the worktop. He places a blender on the table and plugs it in, looking up and finally noticing Phil and I are watching him.

"Come help me Envy!"

***

A few hours later and Dan, Phil and I are curled up on their couch watching High School Musical 3. "I wish I could say my love for this movie was ironic, but it is genuinely one of my favourite films," I laugh sheepishly as the end credits roll.

"Oh Envy, me too" Dan chuckles, ruffling my hair and putting his forehead against mine. I see Phil smile at us from the corner of my eye, and it makes me blush. The credits start playing Troy and Chad's song from the scrapyard and Dan jumps up, pulling me with him. We dance around the living room like children, laughing at each other and ourselves, pulling the worst dance moves ever in our stupid attempt to recreate the scene from the film. Of course we fail, and end up collapsed back on the couch, out of breath and out of energy.

Silence follows; Phil has left the room, and Dan and I both know what the other is thinking.

"Dan..?" I say quietly, playing with my hands.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I think we should talk. About us, I mean. Where do we stand with the whole friendship thing...?" I ask sheepishly.

Dan sits up and turns to face me. "Where would you like us to stand?"