As Usual: Phan Three-Shot (boyxboy)

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Chapter 1: Comments (Dan centric)

Dan and Phil were doing nothing of importance as they were sat in the dining area and sofa respectively, eyes glued to laptop screens and coffees within arms' reach.

Phil was watching viral cat videos which was normal for the blue-eyed Englishman. The cats were cute and most of the time fluffy, so reasons to not watch such as work were invalid. Anyway, his work consisted of making his own YouTube videos so to Phil, this was fine and somewhat educational.

Dan was not doing as well as Phil. He was currently stuck in a black hole of uncertainty and worry, but not like the usual. This time, it was about something he hadn't experienced with such intensity and confusion.

He may or may not have developed feelings for a close friend... hell, he was his best friend! At first, he was so sure it was only idolisation and admiration or even pride for Phil, the recipient of his emotions. But then as the intensity and complexity of the said emotions became increasingly more worrisome, the velocity in which he fell to rock bottom of the shame pit increased as well.

Long story short, Dan fell for Phil... and hard.

Dan puffed his cheeks outwards as he continued typing his Word document. He decided to write out his feelings, something common for him to do when he was stuck emotion-wise. Usually these paragraphs turn into video ideas or even scripts. Dan doubted this one would make it into the final cut as it was way too personal.

Dan glanced at Phil, at his position on the sofa with his mismatched socked feet propped up on the coffee table...,

You always leave your socks on random furniture in different places of the house. You're a pain in the ass, but this is endearing to me. I don't know if I could ever move on from my routine of double checking every nook and cranny of the flat before doing the laundry, and I really hope I don't have to.

...glasses askew on his nose...,

Your glasses are tilted again. Were you in a hurry to get up? I keep on telling you to straighten them because it makes me horribly nauseous but in reality, I am worried about your eyesight. I read somewhere that tilted glasses could affect your prescription. I don't want you to go blind.

...fingers resting on the 'A,' 'S,' 'D,' 'F,' spacebar, 'J,' 'K,' 'L' and ';' keys...,

You're so cute. You know it too. You go on Tumblr or Twitter and see everyone saying you're a cinnamon roll. You don't acknowledge it, however you do continue portraying this too-pure-for-this-world angel bean, and it makes me incredibly lovesick.

...earphones plugged in...,

Dan blinked twice before smiling adoringly at the black-haired male. "You can't hear me right now. I know you can't. Maybe if I say it out loud, I will realise how incredibly stupid I am. How idiotic I am...for..."

Pause.

An internal debate started within Dan's brain. Conflicting choices battled with each other. In the end, there really was no harm in saying it. In fact, Dan had always worked best when he was talking out loud. Hearing his ideas and not just thinking about it helped Dan straighten things out.

"...for...falling for my best friend."

...and blue eyes sparkling with entertainment at the kittens on the screen.

"I am so scared. Honestly, I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm betraying you. I'm betraying everything you've given me. You've sacrificed so much for my well-being-- your time, words, effort, money, dignity, everything. And me? What have I given? Half the rent? Bullshit. I'm a bullshit friend and an even more bullshit person. You don't deserve me as a friend, let alone a best friend. And what, now I'm dreaming of being your boyfriend? How selfish, right?"

Phil blinked and tilted his head. Dan noticed this from the corner of his eye and flinched, his fingers lifting momentarily from the keyboard. Did he hear what Dan had said?

Dan waited for something-- maybe Phil will remove his earphones and scream at Dan, maybe laugh at the confession because it was absolutely strange, hopefully God will have a meteor crash into the flat and save Dan from the embarrassment-- but nothing came. After five minutes of looking like a deer in headlights, Dan relaxed and continued typing, praying that Phil really did hear nothing.