Phil's POV
As we left our apartment behind us, the sky began to darken. A few drops of rain hit the concrete. " We have to hurry." I said, using my arms to cover my head. The rain began to come down more forcefully.
"My hair!" Screamed Dan as the two of us ran down the street, hand in hand. Dan almost dragged me along the road. For someone who never exercised and got tired even running to catch a bus, when his straightened hair was on the line, Dan could probably run a marathon.
We bounded down the road towards the restaurant, the rain now turning from a slight drizzle to buckets pouring from the sky. With a final burst of speed, we made it through the entrance of the restaurant. We were soaking wet.
"My hair..." Whined Dan, pulling at his now extremely curly locks. The Hobbit hair was back. I loved it when he looked like that. It reminded me of lazy days and when we went to Jamaica so long ago.
Dan shook his hair out like a dog. In the process, he got me and the vestibule wet. Well, wetter than I already was. We walked in, our shirts sticking to us.
"We have a reservation" I said to the hostess. She look at me with a flirtatious smile.
"You boys got dates comin' to meet ya?" She said with a wink. I could tell by her accent that she was definitely not from London. She was definitely new around here, most likely from the states.
I awkwardly wrapped my arm around Dan. "Ummmm... We're kinda together." The hostess's face fell. She blushed.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. It must have been so awkward for me to be flirting with you while you're obviously not interested in me and you're with someone else. Gosh, this is so awkward!" She started to fan her face with her hand.
"It's a common misconception." Replied Dan. "Most people wouldn't expect two guys as dashing as us to be gay." At that, Dan sassily flipped his wet hair.
"You dork." I said pressing my face closer to his.
"Nerd" he replied. The hostess was standing there watching us.
"Umm, excuse me, but what was your reservation under?" She was looking at a list on a clipboard now.
"Howlter." We said at the same time. We always argued about who's last name to use. It was Dan's idea to use the last name of the sim we created. It worked out well.
"Howlter, Howlter" she mumbled. "Ah yes Howlter, party of three. Right this way." She led us to a table in the back.
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My Guardian Angel Bean
FanfictionDan is always getting into near death experiences. Phil is his boyfriend who he lives with. Phil is an angel. He is Dan's guardian angel. But Dan doesn't know that...
