Behind The Camera (PHAN)

Domestic Communication

(DAN'S POV)
It's been two weeks since the- um- incident. I haven't gone over to Phil's since then. Honestly, I don't really want to, especially because of what I did. We've Skyped quite a few times though, and Phil wants us to do a Q and A video together where we draw cat whiskers on our face and answer our viewers' questions. Leave it to Phil to think of something so innocent and weird.
         My phone rang. It hardly ever did, and most of the time it was for my parents, who weren't home. I walked over and picked up the receiver.
    "Hello?" I said, expecting it to be a family friend.
     "Dan?" Came a voice that I had certainly not expected.
     "Phil! How did you- what- who gave you my phone number?" I exclaimed, surprised.
    "You gave it to me, remember?"
I stopped for a moment, thinking.
     "I did?" I muttered questioningly.
Oh. Wait a minute. I did, didn't I? I'd given it to him during our last skype call and somehow forgotten about it completely. Stupid, stupid Dan, I thought, irately.
     "Oh, yeah, haha. I did sorry," I attempted to skate over my words.
       "Okay," Phil chuckled at the other end of the line.
       "So, why're you calling me?"
       "I was wondering if you could make the Q and A video soon?"
       "Uhh..."
     I still wasn't ready to face Phil. Not yet.
       "I'm busy, and also we should probably hang out some more before we film it?"
       "Why don't you come over now?"
    I let that sit in my head for a bit.
       "Like I said, I'm busy," I said, feeling like a twat.
        Disappointment laced itself through Phil's words. "Okay, I'll see you another time."
         He hung up. Dammit, Dan! Why couldn't you have just gone along with him? You would have been much better off. I considered calling him back. No, I'll do it later. I recalled the unhappiness in Phil's voice when I turned him down. Was he really that excited to see me? And if so, why?
        This troubled me for the rest of the day. Does Phil really like me that much? Do I feel the same way about him? Automatically, I tried to shut my thoughts down with the 'not gay' excuse, but I didn't have reason to.

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        I tried to call Phil the next day.
       "Mum!" I yelled up the stairs. "I'm using the phone!"
       "You don't have to ask permission you know! You're an adult!" She replied.
       Rolling my eyes, I made my way over to the phone and picked it up.
         I don't know Phil's number. I scrambled up the stairs to my room, hoping that I'd written it down somewhere. I scanned the scattered contents of my room, looking for the little slip of paper that I had written it down on. I was suddenly reminded of the life of a teenage schoolboy, looking for his girlfriend's number. Ugh. I can't find it. Maybe I didn't even write it down. I am hopeless- I pissed   off my friend, and now I can't even call back and apologise to him. I guess  I'll just have to wait for him to call me. I walked over to my computer and sat down in the spindly desk chair I'd bought a few years ago. Sighing, I pressed the power button and figured I could scroll through MySpace or something  to let off some steam. I wish I could at least Skype Phil...
...
     I'm such a fucking bastard.
     I CAN Skype Phil, and I have no reason not to. Unless he hasn't forgiven me and won't pick up. I have to call him. I clicked the Skype icon and called Phil.
      I was greeted by a mound of shaggy black hair.
      "Hey, Phil."
      "Hi, Dan! How are you?" He said, grinning adorably. Is he faking it?
      "Okay, I guess."
      "Just okay?"
       "No, I'm fine," I waved him away.
       Phil seemed a little worried, but didn't say anything about it.
        "Are you avaliable today?" I asked hurriedly before I could make another mistake.
        "Actually, I'm not... I'm seeing my mum and dad in a few hours."
        His eyes lit up. "Do you want to come with me and meet them?"
         "No, I shouldn't intrude..."
        "You should come!"
        "Look, Phil, I've only actually met you once, and I don't know if your parents would like me anyways."
      "They wouldn't hate you, I promise!"
      "It's fine. How about we hang out tomorrow? As long as it's possible."
      "I'm not busy, so it should be fine!" He smiled.
      "Okay, bye." I'm done with this. I don't want to keep talking to Phil, it's making me feel like more of a twat than before.
      "You're leaving already?"
      "Um, yeah."
      "All right then... I'll see you tomorrow okay?"
      "Yeah."
      "Bye, Dan!"
      "Bye."
      I shut the lid in my computer. Maybe I can make this all better tomorrow.

(PHIL'S POV)
      As soon as Dan left the call, I immediately wanted to call him back. What's wrong with him? Is he okay? I wondered anxiously. He didn't seem very happy. Is it something I did? What if Dan's mad at me? I should call back and apologize.
        I went to turn the computer back on, until a sudden thought stopped me. What if he doesn't want to talk to me?
       No. He must. He's coming to see me tomorrow, isn't he? What if that's just to save my feelings?
       I shook my head, causing my hair to fall in to my eyes. I pushed it away irately. I'll see him tomorrow. It'll be fine- plus, I can ask him what's wrong.

**(A/N: OH YAY I GOT ANOTHER CHAPTER DONE. Sorry, guys! I know it's been two weeks and I've just been really busy and stuff- y'know with life. Anyways, I know that the plot is a little slow at this point, but There will be fluff and plot thickness in the next chapter, don't worry! (Also, Jesus I'm in a really weird mood right now I'm sorry) see you next time!
-Aud)**