Something about you (a phanfiction)(dan and phil)

Ch. 13: i give up on titles just forget them

Earlier this morning (you'll find out why)

Phil's P.O.V.

I wake up next to Dan. Noting that he was still asleep, I reach over and grab my phone. I see his next to it and grab it. I've got to know who this idjit that's texting my boyfriend is. It's killing me.

I walk out of the room and into the kitchen door (literally) and rub my head. Dammit that glass door. I open the door and make some pancakes. As I'm eating them, I unlock Dan's phone and go to his messages. I type in the number in Google and the name "Jackson McGee" pops up. I call him on my phone and wait.

Riiinnnggg.

Riiinnnggg.

Riiinn-

It clicks off. He declined my call? Ooh that bitch is gonna get it! I try to track the number, but it doesn't work because he didn't answer my call. "UGH THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING! Why me?" I yell, then quickly shut my mouth for fear of waking Dan up. I hear him yell,

"Phil?"

"In the kitchen, hun!" I yell back.

"Have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere!"

"Oh, you left it on the couch yesterday when you got up to go to bed. I've got it here!" I yell back, hopefully inconspicuously.

"Oh, thanks. Did you make pancakes?" oh thank God.

"Yeah, but they were getting cold so I kinda ate yours. Sorry!" I say, hoping he doesn't want to make more, but who am I kidding? its DAN we are talking about.

He giggles and says, "It's ok, I'll make some more." FRICK.

I cough awkwardly and say, "I may have used the last of the flour. Please don't hate me!" I cover my head and get on one leg, trying to hide from Dan's wrath.

YOU- YOU WHAT?" He half-yells, and tackles me, straddling my hips as He tickles me. He laughs and giggles. "Those weren't just any pancakes, Phil! Do you know what pancakes they were?" He asks, continuing his tickles, despite my protest.

"They're-frickin-DELIA-SMITH-PANCAKES!" I say in between laughing fits. He stops tickling me and kisses my nose.

"Good, you know my line."

*later that day*

Dan's P.O.V.

I am on Tumblr, as per usual, when our doorbell rings. I know it isn't Chris or PJ, because they have a key, so who could it be? I walk to the door and peek through the peephole and see...Tyler and- is that TROYE? I swing the door open and throw my arms around them and yell, "GUYS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

Troye responds, "Well, we have something we need to tell you and Phil. And we're not sure you're going to like it."

A/N

OOOHHH cliffhanger!! I know I'm a horrible person (it keeps me awake at night) so I did a surprise update GIZE so FÛCK ya

I'm still not ungrounded but I stole my phone back specifically for y'all. Be happy.

Until next chapter,

-Rachel