Behind The Camera (PHAN)

The Visit

(PHIL'S POV)

Dan is coming over again today. This is the second time that we've ever met in real life, and I'm excited to see him. He was pretty nice the last time he came over- I mean- why wouldn't he be? I hope we can hang out some more this time, maybe we can get to know each other better. I smiled. Just thinking about him makes me happy. I just hope that he's not mad at me, because he was acting weird in our last Skype call. I suppose I'll figure that out today, if I need to.

I glanced at the clock on the bedroom wall, which read 10:36. Oh no... I thought. I never gave Dan a time to be here! I hope he's not confused- I told him I was available all day, right? I sat up and looked around, looking for my glasses. I spotted them on my bedside table and put them on.

Somebody knocked on my door. I leapt up from my bed and went to answer it.

"Hi...!" I said excitedly, happy that Dan was here.

It was the postman. He was carrying a few packages and letters- all fan letters that my parents send me, since I'd set up a P.O. box at their house. Grabbing them, I muttered a quick embarrassed "Thanks" and then shut the door and went back inside. This is quite a big bunch of stuff today, actually. I rifled through it. A letter from Jessica, one from Monica, and another from Charlotte. I tore them open and skimmed over the writing. Both Charlotte and Jessica drew me, and the pictures looked amazing! I should probably tweet something to thank everyone for sending me those. I turned my attention to one of the little boxes. I opened it, and pulled put a little Buffy keychain and another letter. My fans know me so well. It's like having a huge group of friends that all are kind of alike and are all super nice.

There was another knock on the door. Amid my pile of fan gifts, I had to move them before I could get up. I walked to the door for the second time this morning and opened it, praying that this time it would be Dan.

"Hello?"

A pair of pretty brown eyes stared at me from the doorway.

(A/N: IT'S ACTUALLY PHIL'S MUM HAHA OKAY I'M LEAVING)

"Dan!" I said, barely keeping myself from hugging him. I honestly don't know why I'm so excited to see him, but I am.

"Hiya, Phil."

"Come on in!"

Dan walked in and looked around the apartment.

"It's good to be back in the good 'ole apartment, isn't it?" He joked.

"How are you?" I asked, slightly confused at why he called it the good 'old' apartment. I mean, he's only been here once!

"I'm fine. Thanks for inviting me over, by the way."

"I'm glad you could come!"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"No problem."

We sat in an awkward silence for a moment.

"You look nice in glasses, by the way," Dan said with an embarrassed grin.

"Thanks!"

"So, uh..." he started again, sounding nervous, "I wanted to ask...
Are you mad at me? I mean, that's probably a weird thing to say, but I just wanted to know..."

I was taken aback. I though he was mad at me! "Wh- no! Of course not! Why would I be mad at you? You haven't done anything wrong! I don't- I'm not upset at you or anything!"

"Well," he began tenderly, "I thought because I was being such an asshat to you when you called me, I thought you might be pissed off at me," he replied sheepishly.