I'd Do Anything: A Phanfiction

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I woke up around noon. I had to summon all of my will to pick up my head and rub my eyes. My head fought against me, but nonetheless, I sat up and yawned, remembering last night. I was upset at Phil but not because he was yelling at me, but because he thought he couldn't "please me." I don't completely know what he meant by that, but I do know it made him upset, which made me upset.

I made a note in my head to do some more thinking about Phil. Last night as I got into bed... I noticed something.

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I shut my door behind me leaning against it. I was in fact tired, but hadn't planned on going to bed this early. Our conversation exhausted me, and wanted to get alone and try to sort out what to do. I pulled off my shirt and skinny jeans and slipped into bed with just my boxers.

I had slipped my mobile off the table before I came in here and quickly got it out. I got under the covers and went on to twitter to see the reactions to this video. Being away has kept me from looking into this, but it was eating away at me the whole time.

I was going to the tab that shows you any tweets that you're mentioned in, when I got side-tracked.

On the twitter app, it only updates the feed every time you get back on or press refresh so my feed was on the last time I had internet connection. I saw an old tweet from Phil:

@AmazingPhil: Wow. I don't understand how someone's sexuality affects other people... I'm still the same person

What? My brain quit working. What could Phil have meant by that? He knows this is just a joke! He's not gay either. Maybe he was just upset with all the hate. I'm sure the video had a bit of hate responses. Still why would he do this? Was this his way of 'fixing things'? I couldn't think of any reason for him to say that. Unless...

No! That's impossible. Phil couldn't fancy me! I'm straight, he's straight, and so it's impossible. That was just me spending too much time on tumblr. What with all the Phan stuff on there?

I shuddered at the thought of what my tumblr tag would look like now. Could people actually support us? Could Phil... like me... as more than friends...? The question kept repeating and I kept thinking I must REALLY need sleep.

No, I'd know if something was up. Phil's the worst with secrets and lying. I laughed internally at that thought.

Yeah, I'm one hundred percent sure Phil doesn't have "feelings" for me. It's just my sleep deprived brain thinking.

I thought back to one video we made of would-you-rather questions and one of the questions included the option of speaking every thought that comes to mind, and as it does. It's a good thing that won't happen because if Phil ever heard these thoughts he'd definitely think I'd gone mental.

I decided sleep was the best thing for me at the moment. I decided I'll just go to sleep and forget all about this.

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And that was the problem: I hadn't forgotten last night. I still knew what I knew; sleep didn't change anything. I just can't believe I could think that. It was almost embarrassing.

There was a knock on my door that caused me to jump. The door creaked open and I could see one blue eye peeking in.

"Dan?" Phil said my name pushing open the door a few more inches.

"Whaaaaat?" I asked, trying to make it seem like I was just asleep and he woke me up.

"I made myself pancakes this morning, and then I made some extras. Are you hungry?" He spoke opening the door more fully so I could see his whole figure. He was wearing his yellow shirt with the charmander on it. I always liked that shirt on him.