The Lives Of Abigail Rose Stump and Jakayla Ann Wentz

Chapter 22: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

• Dan's POV•

"Phiiiiiiil! Where's my super suit?" I yell from my room as I huddle into the monochromatic duvet.

"Did you just quote the incredibles?" I here Phil call back from the kitchen.

"You know it. Can you bring it here? I don't wanna get out of bed." I whine as I pull the duvet over my chocolate brown hair, screwing up my flawless fringe in the process.

"Dan, you're a 24 year old man. And it's in the lounge which is like nine feet away from your room." Someones salty today. Ugh I don't wanna get up. That involves moving and on a Saturday morning, pumpkin spice lattes are kinda second priority.

"Phil do we really have to go to Starbucks today? Can't we just Peej to do it when he comes over?" I shout into the kitchen. Moments later, I see a pair of pumpkin patch socks standing by my bedside.

"Daniel James Howell. You've know me for how long?" His raven hair falls into his blue eyes.

"Phil I'm not in the mood for games." I groan into the duvet.

"Neither am I. So get up, eat your pancakes, and we're leaving in an hour." Wow seriously can I get some crisps with that salt. I look over the side of my bed to see that the orange sock are gone. All I wanna do is sleep. I was up way too late last night. I smirk at the memory that's still fresh in my mind and sigh as I remember last nights activities. I always love it when we do that. It's my favorite thing in the world to see Phil scream like that, although I'm sure he loved my screaming just as much. After a few moments of reminiscing, I convince myself to get up and start looking for my "super suit". '

"God damn, Phil. Never again." I mutter under my breath as my entire body winces as the aches and pains from last night's activities set in. I limp into the kitchen to see Phil making pancakes.

"Good morning!!!" Phil says ironically. That boy can be very confusing. One minute he's the little ray of sunshine/cinnamon bun that everyone loves and the next he can be a dream breaker who literally drags people out of bed.

"Phil you woke me up at nine am on a Saturday. I think we're past the "Good Morning" stage." I point out as I grab my Hello Kitty mug from the cabinet. I make myself a cup of fairy milk (A.K.A hot chocolate) as Phil flips the pancakes. I start to limp into the lounge with my magical fairy milk when I finally spot my super suit, a black shirt with an iconic white circle, I throw it over my shoulder and sink down into my sofa crease. Oh sofa crease, how I love you. I grab my laptop and start to scroll through Tumblr. It's all pretty normal stuff, the usual hand drawn picture, the cute "Phan" edits, and the occasional demented edit that should be burned. I just scrolled down to see a edit of me as Winnie the Pooh that made my entire being feel the feels when I see a link to something called, "The Whisk Fic". My entire being goes into a full-body cringe attack as images of Tyler Oakley and whisks floats into my head.

"Daaaaaaan! Breakfast is ready!" I hear Phil call from the kitchen, saving me from an intense cringe sesh. I'm put my laptop on the coffee table and WHAT IS THAT!!! Oh my god. Is that what I think it is? Oh my god it is.

"Phil did you put ANOTHER cat sticker on my laptop?" I pick my laptop up and bring it into the kitchen.

"It needed it!" He protestes as his face breaks out into a smile and his tongue peaks out in between his teeth. I peel the sticker off and put it on his face before grabbing my own plate. The smell of cinnamon pancakes and maple sugar sausages drift into my smelling cavity. I head back into the the lounge and sink into my sofa crease. Phil plants himself at the other end of the sofa. I grab the remote and switch it from the ocean background on the chrome cast to our favorite show, The Great British Bake Off. Suddenly, a question pops into my mind.

"Hey Phil."

"Yeah?" He asks not looking away from the TV.

"How much money would I have to pay you to work for Gordon Ramsay?"

"$11,000 pounds." He replies. I just start laughing and I can already tell my signature dimple is showing. We sit in silence as we watch Flora and Paul battle for the final win. Finally Phil breaks the silence.

"How's your butt today?" Phil asks with a smirk dancing on his face. The cat sticker is starting to fall off.

"Fuck off! It's your fault!" I retort. I shove a piece of pancake in my mouth and without meaning to, make my foodgasm face I make in pretty much every baking video ever. God I love it when it's Phil's day to cook. I look over at Phil, a smug expression is plastered on his face.

"Dan you were the one who wanted to play Five Nights At Freddy's! It's not my fault you bruised your bum when you fell off your chair last night!" I just glare at him as I continue to shove more food in my mouth.

We finish our breakfasts and continue the usual banter back and forth over which Game Of Thrones episode is the best. I was just about to shove that spork off the sofa when his phone rings.

"Hello? *pause* Jakayla?!? *pause* Yeah of course! *pause* See you soon. *pause* Okay bye! Safe travels!" Phil puts his phone back in his pocket and goes back to watching the Great British Bake Off.

"Who was that?" I question.

"Jakayla. And she needs our help."

A/N

Hey rats. (Btw if I call you a rat feel special and it's how I show my love and affection.) So it's my (phall_out_trash ) week to right a chapter and I'm super proud of this chapter and I really hope you enjoy it! Btw who thought Dan was talking about something else? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  Anyway I hope y'all have a great night!

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