Behind The Camera (PHAN)

Filming

(PHIL'S POV)
I quickly walked to my room with Dan, I, trying to be careful not to trip in case I fell on him. I was still really confused about why Dan wanted to tie me up, but he said it was for a video so, I guess it's okay. When we reached my room, I opened the door and presented it to him.

"This is my room! Uh, my bed's over here, my dresser is over there, and there's my nightstand," I said, gesturing to my various items around the room.

Dan looked around for a moment- I couldn't tell what he thought of it. I guess it didn't really matter. But for some reason it did.

Not making a comment on how it looked, Dan said,"Okay, soooo, let's get started!"

I sat down on my bed. Dan leaned over me.
"Do you have the stuff?" I asked.

Dan looked at me as if I had said something wrong, which I hadn't.

"Uh- yeah. It's in my bag. I'll go get it."
He spun around and walked out the door, leaving me in my own company.

He seems nice enough, my mind mumbled. I thought about all of the things go that I'd learned about Dan so far. He was sarcastic. He liked a lot of emo bands. He liked me. And YouTube. To be completely honest, he seemed like a bit of an irritated spork, but he was pretty funny too. I'm not really sure how I feel about him yet, but he seems okay. I wouldn't mind hanging out with him some more. He did go all those lengths to be able to meet me, so I might as well return the favour.

I heard footsteps down the hall. Dan returned to the room with a bag in hand.

"Here," he muttered.

I looked at him for a moment, observing.

"You kind of remind me of a bear," I remarked, taking in his long brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes.

"Wow, never heard that one before, people usually say I'm just a narcissistic twat," he replied, opening the bag and spewing the contents all over the bed. I frowned slightly. He shouldn't call himself a twat. The items included ropes/ties in all different shapes and sizes. He picked up a yellow one, and without creating eye contact, tied carefully it around my wrists.

We spent the next thirty minutes tying miscellaneous ropes (idk?) To various parts of my body. It was actually pretty amusing, especially because Dan kept apologising over and over for his mistakes. He was incredibly clumsy and kept touching me in odd places. When he began to warm up to me, I began to see what was underneath all that sarcasm, and I was beginning to like it. We chatted and laughed, until Dan had to tie a 'gag' around my mouth. I guess... I trust him enough to do this. It didn't stop me from squirming, though. He picked up another piece of fabric (I don't know where he gets all of this from) and proceeded to push it onto my face and tie it behind my neck. In the process, he accidentally brushed my lip, making it tingle.

"Sorry," he muttered apologetically.

I would have said, 'it's okay,' but since my mouth was bound, I couldn't. I just gave a thumbs- up. Finally, he pulled a vcr camera and knife from the bag. I looked worriedly at the knife, but Dan didn't notice, as he as fiddling with the camera.

He looked at me. For a moment, I was locked in his deep brown gaze, until he said, "make sure to act scared!" in an oddly chipper voice and turned the vcr on. I made the loudest and most scared noise that I could with the gag on. I really hope the neighbours don't think that something weird is going on up here, because it isn't, I thought as Dan brought the knife over close to my hair and dragged it down my forehead. I shut my eyes, now worried that he was actually going to hurt me. He wouldn't, Would he?

"Mmm," he mused, "you're skin's gonna taste gooood."

     I whined louder. He turned the camera to face him. "So yeah guys, I hope you enjoyed this, and I will see you all in the next video!"

     He turned the camera off and looked at me with a bit of odd curiosity.

     "Phil?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

      I nodded my head yes, but inside I thought no. Not in a bad way though. I was just kind of thinking about Dan, that's all. Back off, Phil. I thought.

     "Let's get these ties off, shall we?" Dan intervened, leaning in to undo the ties around my wrists and my mouth so that I wouldn't be so helpless. This was such an odd situation, being tied up by someone that you had just met in real life, just so they could make themselves look like a rapist? I'm pretty sure none of my friends and family had ever gone through something like this. Doing it with Dan though... it had an odd little charm to it that made the whole situation funny and bearable. I'll look forward to seeing him again.

     As soon as I was free, I stood up and stretched in relief and smiled. Dan looked absent.

     "I guess I should go now, since I'm done filming and all."
My face fell. Was that the only reason that he was here? To take a video?

     "No, you should stay!" I urged.

     "Actually, I'm busy, so... I can't." He looked down at the floor.
I frowned. "Okay, well, bye then." I said, when he turned around and hugged me. A warm sensation spread through my body, releasing the little tension that had been there previously.
"Bye," he mumbled, before letting go and hurrying out the door.

**(A/N: Yey I got another chapter done, and it's actually longer! I'm so proud of myself. Also, thank you phanswhispers for being my first voter and Glitter55555 for dedicating a book to me because this fic inspired her to write it! I'll keep trying to update (I may even update tonight. (Actually screw that, probably not, but keep on a lookout!)) Thanks for reading! ~Aud)**