Dan's Perspective:
Phil will be home soon. Get up. I walked over to the washroom, turning the light on and looking into the mirror. I saw a slightly dramatic looking teary-eyed Dan. I had read somewhere that to remove the look of tears you can splash cold water on your face. And, try not to rub at your eyes too much. I heard the familiar creak that the door made when it opened. I hesitated for a second looking longingly at the tap, before quickly walking out of the washroom and slid into my room, hoping he wouldn't notice me. I slid onto my bed, but to my dissmay, it made a loud creak. I quickly grabbed the book I had been reading from my bed side table and pretended to read it. It was a Stephen King novel called Pet Sematary. I turned on the lamp beside me.
Then, a soft knocking on my door. I didn't want him to see me this way, but, maybe he wouldn't notice? No. He'd definetly notice. Maybe I can steer him away.
"Dan?" Phil asked from behind the door. The way he said my name made my heart flutter.
I cleared my throat quietly then piped up. "Phil?" I said, not even trying to be too surprised.
"Can I come in?" He asked. I heard him shift his weight from behind the door. I frowned. He probably wanted to talk about his date.
"It's open." I said regretfully.
The door opened and I saw him enter the room. He was wearing one of his typical pokemon shirts. I tried to hide my smile, thinking that I had worn it only last week. We've shared shirts a couple of times, mainly because we were too lazy to wash them. Phil found it hilarious how people thought that meant Phan was real.
"Hello Dan," He said walking over to me. Then he saw my face. I gulped, bring on the uncomfortable questions. "D-Dan? Are you alright?"
And suddenly he was sitting beside me, hand on my knee. His hand drove me crazy. I stared at it for a few seconds. It felt so warm and comforting. I wanted so badly to curl my hand around his.
"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly, still looking at his hand. All he did was stare at my face. I gave him a slight sigh before choking back another wave of tears.
"Dan, I don't mean to put you on the spot but clearly you've been crying." He said, blue eyes glued to me. His thumb traced my kneecap lightly, which also drove me crazy. He didn't and could never understand how much I like his touch. No matter how silly it was.
"Well, it's nothing, really." I lied. He knew I was lying. He also knew I wasn't about to tell him the truth. We both completely understood that as we stared at each other in the barely lit room. He frowned slightly.
"You sure?" He asked. Inviting me once more to fess up. I shook my head.
"Alright," He said getting up, taking his hand off my knee. He patted it as he got up, and I longed for him to come back as soon as he left. Damn it, Dan. Stop. He'll never like you back. He just went on a date. With a girl. You, Dan Howell, do not qualify as datable in Phil's eyes.
I knew he'd ask me eventually what had been wrong for real, so I tried to come up with something before I'd everntually face him again.
