Cake | Dan Howell x Reader fanfiction

|Chapter One: Sick Melanie References|

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Author's note: y/n/n means 'your nickname'

Ding. I wake up to the sound of my phone. I check the time; 10:43. I see that I have a text message from my good friend, Phil. Phil usually wakes up at this time..why has he texted me so early. I'm not complaining, but it's just kind of a shock.
Morning y/n/n the text says.
Morning, bean I text back.

Phil: Wanna come over? Me and Dan made some cake.
Me: Oh sure
Me: wait, why'd you just spontaneously make cake?
Phil: Cause I'm a free elf
Me: Oh okay fine, you dork.
Phil: Lol
Me: I'll come over like rn is that ok?
Phil: yeah sure

I put down my phone and start getting ready. I put on a light amount of makeup, just so I don't look like a zombie (authors note: all of you are beautiful don't take that seriously). I fix up my hair and start heading over to Dan and Phil's flat. They only in the building from across mine, so I don't have to walk too far.
  I climb up the hundreds of fucking stairs (why are there so many damn stairs jfc) and knock on their door. Dan answers the door. "MAKE ALIVE, SUNSHINE!" Dan says when he opens the door. "Sick mcr reference, you fucking nerd," I say jokingly. He gestures that I may walk in. I enter the room to see Phil sitting on the couch on his DS playing Animal Crossing. I don't even have to look at the screen to tell its animal crossing, I just know it by the sound of the music. He realizes that I've got here and gets up. "Y/n!" he says happily, going in to hug me. I hug him back. He's so warm. "Hey Phiilll!" I say just as happily. "The cake is on the table, feel free to take as many slices as you want," Phil says, gesturing to the cake on the coffee table.
"Phil," I say,
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to tell you...IM NOT A PIECE OF CAKE FOR YOU TO JUST DISCARD!"
I hear Dan laugh. His laugh is so friking qt I can't even.
"That was a horrible Melanie pun, y/n." Phil says, faintly laughing.
"Well, maybe now I gotta WASH MY MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP!" I say, snapping my fingers. Phil stares at me silently. "Just eat your cake, you bean."

I take a slice of cake and eat it. YAAAS. The cake tastes amazing(Phil). I eat it all in just a minute, and get myself another slice.
"You like the cake, eh?" Phil asks me.
"Don't become Canadian now, Phil. And yes, the cake is great mate."
"Don't get all Australian now y/n." He says, and we both laugh. The room sounds just a tad more quieter than usual. Now that I come to think of it, where has Dan gone? "Phil, where's Dan? The only thing he's said all day to me was 'Make alive sunshine' and nothing else. Now I come to think of it, ever since last week when went camping he's been super quiet around me." I say. Last week, me, Dan, and Phil went camping. Since then, we haven't talked much. "Really? I don't know, Dan is just an awkward, anti-social person so maybe that's why?" Phil says. "Huh...well I suppose you are right." I say, taking another bite of cake. Maybe I just worry too much.