Of course it's you.

Chapter one

*Dans POV*

As I stretched out across the sofa I caught his eye. That quick flash of blue. The only thing that could catch my attention across a crowded room. The only thing that could calm me. The only eyes that could fill me with complete happiness. Phil. My best friend and the person I had been living with for the last 3 years. I leaned out to reach for the Wii remote on the table just as he stood up and went into the kitchen, his leg brushing my hand as he walked past. The flutter of my heart was enough for me to yank back my arm, He shot me a strange look. He paused when he reached the doorway, "Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee?"

"No thanks, we should probably cook something soon though, right?"

"Yeah", he replied, "I have a new pizza recipe!"

"Phil, I'm pretty sure that all pizza has the same recipe, it's just dough, purée and cheese", I say, giggling slightly at his excited expression.

"Okaaaaay, it's actually just adding cinnamon, apparently it's really good"

"Fine! We'll make your pizza with strange added spices, I'll be out in a sec." He went into the kitchen with an excited skip, the sort of thing that a three year old getting sweets would do. It's these little quirks of Phils that really draw me to him, the excitement, the strange ideas, his love of finding strange but fun things to do. With Phil, life is never boring.

By the time I had saved my game, turned off the Wii and television, Phil had already measured out most of the ingredients and set them out on the side. "Can you sift the flour into the bowl?" he asks, looking at me expectantly. "Sure", I respond, "But where is the bloody sieve? I could've sworn we broke it in our last baking video." Phil bent down to check in the cupboard under the sink, filled with all of our cooking appliances, many of which lay forgotten. "Errrrrrm, you might be right actually", came the muffled response, "You might just have to knead it really really hard", giggling, he reached into the very back of the cupboard and pulled out a colander. "This'll have to do" he said throwing the shiny bowl at my head. "Oi! Watch it!, you could've killed me!"

"You would've loved to have been killed by me, it would've been a privilege to have someone so high in social status kill you if you were nothing but a lowly peasant."

"Lowly peasant, huh? Would a lowly peasant waste THIS much flour?" He gasped as the handful of self raising flour flew at his precious hair. He screeched and threw himself to the floor and ended up sitting in a shower of the white powder. "Yeah well, would a Lord or King do this?!", I watched in horror as he snatched an egg out of the egg box on the side and threw it directly at my crotch, it was my turn to shriek and duck. Before long we were both covered from head to toe in various ingredients and condiments that Phil had grabbed out of the cupboard. It was fair to say that we had both gotten even with each other.

"Oh my god, Phil! This flour will never get out of my hair!" I sighed, plopping onto the sofa, Phil came out fresh from his shower, slightly flushed and half naked. I ended up looking away so that he couldn't see the blush that was creeping up my neck. "Well it's not my fault!" He giggled, "You were the one who threw half a bowl of flour at my head!"

"It was not half a bowl, drama queen, it was barely a pinch. Also I wouldn't have soaked you with water if you hadn't lobbed butter at my face!"

"Whatever you say", He responded with a smirk. "Well, should I order something for tea now? Seeing as our food seems to be gunking up our drain system?" I smiled for a second, and thought about how nice it would've been to accomplish cooking an entire meal for once instead of cooking mac and cheese or ordering take out. I sighed lightly, "I'm always up for a plate full of grease, what were you thinking of having?"

"Hmmm", he paused before his eyes suddenly lit up "Italian?"

"Phil you do realise that you can just say pizza if that's what you want, you don't have to say Italian, I know exactly what you mean."

He paused before bursting into a fit of giggles, "Fine, you got me. Now go and order that pizza before I faint from malnourishment"

"While I do that will you please put some bloody clothes on? I'm not having you sitting there almost naked in the living room."

"You love it really" He remarked, adding a wink before sashaying out of the room. I gulped. I really don't know how much more of this I can take.

By eleven thirty we had put the pizza boxes in the bin, tidied up a bit (Well, Phil tidied, I watched Death note) and both of us were about to go our separate ways to bed, that was until Phil grabbed my arm and asked if we could have a "Super fun sleepover like the old days". I honestly wish I had turned him down as by the time he had gathered all of his things together he had exhausted himself. I looked over at the mound that was fast asleep next to me, he looked so peaceful and at that moment I felt closer than I've ever been to him, yet so so far. I just wish that this wasn't so complicated, that I could hold his hand and call him mine, that I could kiss him whilst we watched our shitty tv shows and snuggle up with him on the sofa. Why did it have to be him? It could've been anyone else but him.     

A/N Hey! Lena here, this is my first fic. I'm sorry the first chapter is short but I'd love some feedback on this. If y'all want me to write something else then by all means let me know, also I really want some constructive criticism as this is the first time I've published anything! I hope you enjoyed this even a little tiny bit!