(A/N: Yo, just to let you know in advance, this fic is purely platonic (I know, I'm crying too) bc I did try to include phan but I couldn't make it work woo)
Dan's POV:
Ugh, I hate Sundays. They come at the end of every week, anticipating the start of Monday. There's never anything to do on Sunday. I prefer to stay in bed. Opening my eyes sleepily, I look around. Except that I can't entirely see. 'The fuck?' Fumbling around next to me, I find a pair of glasses - Phil's glasses - and put them on. 'Why am I in Phil's room?' I brush off that thought with a yawn and pull my ass out of bed. "Um.. Dan?" Comes a voice from the next room that sounds weirdly like my own. "Yeah Phil?" Comes a voice from me which sounds a lot deeper, and even more weirdly, like Phil.. What the fuck? "Uhhh, I think something happened last night during that freaky storm... I don't know exactly how but it did.. Unless i'm dreaming but I really don't think- Oh, Dan, just come see" I furrow my brow and poke my head around the door to see... myself standing there... I scream the highest scream that can probably come out of me- or by the looks of it, Phil freaking Lester. "What the fuck Phil?! Am I you? What the heck happened?!" I shriek, looking down at myself and then over at Phil over and over again. Phil, or me, gives me a disapproving look. "Hey don't swear in my body, it's not used to it!" I roll my eyes at him "Oh ha ha" I say, trying to be sarcastic, but i'm literally a ball of pure panic. "Why are you not freaking out?!" I cry, waving my hands about. "Trust me Dan, I'm freaking out inside as much as you are on the outside". Typical Phil. Even when we're playing horror games, I'm the one who screams like a child while he just jumps with a little 'agh!' Noise. Trust him to do it in this situation.
"Can we figure out how to not be eachother? I can't be you all the time Dan." I give him a miffed look "Oh yeah of course Phil, I'll just click my fingers and then Howl with his freaking moving castle will appear and change us back, just like that" I say, sarcasm lining every word. He giggles nervously, looking hurt. 'Oh god Dan, you're not helping the situation.' My subconcious tells me, and immediately I feel guilty. "Oh Phil, I'm sorry" I say, awkwardly putting my arm around him and patting his back. "Look, we will work this out, let's just... shower and eat, yeah? I'm pretty hungry." He sighs and smiles at me. "Okay, don't go looking at my junk in the shower though". I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.
Phil's POV:
Well.. this is.. different. You know, being like half an inch taller than you normally are feels pretty good, I guess being slightly shorter than Dan makes a big difference when you're slightly taller than him.. Or you are him.. And he's you... To be completely honest, I'm pretty worried. I'm still in my boxers as I make cereal, and - Oh my god I'm wearing Dan's boxers. I mean I've borrowed some before (holiday incident somewhere, long story) but it's kinda weird anyway.
I give Dan his cereal to take into the living room and go into my own bedroom. 'Let's colour Dan up! ' I think to myself, and pick my brightest green pokemon shirt, and of course, black skinny jeans. Dan looks pretty good to be honest. I smile into the mirror, and trace my hands over Dan's soft cheeks (A/N. Face cheeks guys, I said this is platonic) and dimples. I've always been kind of jealous of them, I want mini craters in my face! I go back into the living room, where I find Dan in front of the mirror doing the same thing with my face and squishing his cheeks. "Your cheekbones are high as fuck.' He says, and I scold him for swearing in my body. Dan then proceeds to say every single swear word in the English language, including some I haven't even heard of, so I whack his arm. It sounds horrible, all that coming out of my mouth, I guess it's probably because I don't swear much. If at all. Dan suddenly stops laughing and looks at me, panic in his eyes. "What?" I ask, feeling slightly worried. "Phil.. Louise is coming over today.."
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Author's note
Oooo fancy chapter ending ay? This is my first fic, so feel free to judge :3 Also writing phanfic with four posters of Dan and Phil staring at me feels like utter betrayal. Just thought I'd add that
