Adopted by Phan-a Dan and Phil Phanfic

Chapter eleven -We surrender!

A/N: This is the song that Nellie and Alana are singing in the lounge. M'kay, baiiiiii

~Phil's pov~

Alana's friend Nellie was pretty much how I expected her to be. Sarcastic, adorable, and sweet. She was just shorter then Alana, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. After more pancakes (because, you know, pancakes are important), the girls ran to Alana's room to change, and Dan went to change too, while I cleaned up the kitchen. Pretty soon Dan came back, putting his arms around my waist from behind as I turned my head to kiss him. "You go get dressed, I'll take care of... this," he said, gesturing to the kitchen and pushing my hair up into a quiff. I pushed it back down again."Love you,"I said, turning into the hall and opening the door to my room. Alana had made the bed, and I put on a pair of black jeans, and my plaid short sleeved button down. I put my contacts in, did my hair, and headed back toward the kitchen, and seeing it was empty, I went into the lounge, where Dan was watching Nellie and Alana, who were singing The Promise, while Alana played the ukelele:

And I may not even know your name,
But I promise you I've felt the same.
As you do right now, you'll make it somehow
And even if you feel as though you have no friends
Except the blade that cuts your skin
You're better than this, you're worth more than this

I stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, waiting until they were done, then saying, "You guys ready to go?" The girls nodded, and Dan said, "Let's go then. I mean, what are we waiting for?" He got up and ran his hand over his fringe, smirking at me, and gestured at the girls. "Come on, go get your shoes on." They ran to the door to get their shoes, talking and laughing. I grabbed Dan's hand, pulling him down the stairs. Once outside, we headed down the road toward the station, me and Dan in front with the girls trailing behind. At the store, Nellie helped Alana pick out a grey duvet cover with white dots, and white pillow cases with grey dots. We also got a bed for her, a mattress and an actual duvet, plus a wardrobe and a shelf, and of course the pinboard. We actually got so much stuff we had to pay for it to be delivered. As for clothes, she got a couple pairs of jeans, some leggings, and a small selection of colorful t-shirts. As we stepped outside to head to the station and not miss the delivery, the sky was cloudy, and soon the rain started. Typical London weather, but we were totally unprepared. It started raining harder, and by the time we got on the tube, we were soaked. Dan's hair was curly, and Alana's glasses were so fogged up she stumbled, and Dan grabbed her before she fell on a man in a suit.  I'm pretty sure everyone on the train hated us, as we were "Literally drowning in rain" according to Dan, laughing, and took up more than a little extra space due to Alana's new clothes. When we got off the train, it was just sprinkling, but as we walked towards home it started up again, and Alana and Nellie ran so fast I'm pretty sure they dodged the raindrops. Dan and I, neither of us one for exercise, got even more soaked. I could tell through the fog that the delivery van was there already. "Shit!" said Dan, "I hope they haven't been waiting for too long." I handed the bags Dan and I were carrying to Nellie and Lana, also giving them the key. They went inside, and Dan and I went to greet the driver, who luckily had only been there about 3 minutes. Then we had to unload and haul all the furniture up to the flat [A/N: Not describing this because there was a lot of whining (Phil), and cursing (Dan) involved in this].

Once all that happened, we all just hung out for a bit, the girls in the lounge, and me and Dan on his bed. As he scrolled through a selection of anime, I leaned against his shoulder and whispered in his ear; "I love you bear." He looked at me, and I swear, I might as well have died then and there, because Dan with his 'hobbit hair', as he insisted on calling it, was one of the most beautiful things in this universe. He smiled, and said, "I love you too." And then I couldn't help it, I kissed him, and he put his computer to the side as I played with his hair. He hated it when he did that, but I did it anyway. He slapped my hand away, and I said, "Ouch!" pretending he'd actually hurt me. "You spork! You're lucky I have a spork fetish!" Clearly he had not thought before he had spoken, and I laughed. Alana yelled from the lounge, "We're hungry!" "So eat!" Dan shouted through the wall, "I'm pretty sure there's some pizza from last night!" I looked at him, "I guess this is our life now?" "Yep, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's film Alana's introduction video tomorrow, after Nellie leaves, okay?" I nodded, "My channel?" Dan bit his lip, thinking. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm not sure it really matters. Should we go steal some pizza?" "What do you mean steal? We paid for it, they're the ones who're stealing!" He smiled and got up, pulling me with him and walking to the table, where the girls were arguing about who got the last slice. Dan snuck up behind them and grabbed it before either of them could stop him. "I'll be taking this, thank you!" Alana gasped sarcastically, and jumped up to chase him, Nellie close behind. They tackled him to the floor from the sofa, and I started tickling them mercilessly. "Phil! Stop! We surrender!" They got up and backed away slowly, hands in the air to show the were innocent. Dan, sitting up, said, "Bad idea! He's just going to tickle you more now!" "It's like you read my mind!" I said, running towards them, arms out. "Ha! Jokes on you, I've got the weirdest ticklish spot you'll never find!" Alana said, putting her arms down. "Oh, I see, maybe it's... HERE!" I tapped on the side of her stomach. She doubled over, laughing, as clearly I had found it. "Don't think you're done either!" Dan ran over to Nellie, who folded her arms firmly and ran around me and Alana, in circles, until nobody was quite sure who was chasing who. We all collapsed on the sofa in a fit of laughter.

A/N: Ummm... thanks for 200 reads! You guys are the fucking best! Unless you're a serial killer, then you can GTFO.
~Skye xx