Phil's Perspective:
I woke up to soft hands around me. Dans' head was lying on my chest. A smile came to my face. I didn't bother get up. I would only take advantage of this until he woke up. God, he felt so good. I could feel his heartbeat. One flaw in my plan, however. I've always woken up before Dan. Surely, if I were to wait, he'd notice that. I didn't question why his arms were wrapped around me. I just sunk into him a bit more. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that we looked adorable. I granted myself five more minutes, before I'd get up.
Dan's Perspective:
When I woke up, my arms were strangling Phil and my head was rested on his chest. I didn't want to wake him, because I knew that meant it would end, but I felt awkward. If he were to wake up first, he'd surely question this. I didn't even know why I was cuddling with him. I decided to wait, a little bit, still much too tired to get up, anyway. That, and I really didn't want it to end.
Phil's Perspective:
It had been five minutes. I didn't care, I'd worry about that later. I'll just argue that I fell asleep later than he had. I wrapped one of my arms around him, not really realizing that I'd done it until I felt Dan move a bit. He stretched out, and then hugged me a bit tighter. My eyelids fluttered open, and I smiled at him, in his beatuiful sleepy state. No. Phil, stop it. You know he's into girls. Yeah, but he probably thinks the same thing of me. I yawned, stretching out as well, then removed my hands from around him. His eyelids opened and for a second, he looked incredibly happy. I decided to break the silence
"Hi Dan." I said, shifting a bit. He still had his hands wrapped around me. I tried my best not to smile like an idiot.
"Hi Phil." He said, meeting my gaze. It was as if this were normal. He wasn't reacting at all. I didn't want this to stop.
"Comfy?" I asked. A look of embarassement passed over his face and he got up quickly.
"I am so sorry," He said. I shrugged and smiled at him, to show him I didn't care. I got up and walked over to the kitchen and he followed me.
"Bacon and eggs?" I asked.
All he did was nod sleepily with a cute smile on his face.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked, cautiously. I was beating around the bush, but I still didn't know why he'd been crying last night.
"Tired." He said, sliding into the chair at the counter. His hair was messy and he looked adorable. I sucked in a breath to stop from giggling nervously. Something about Dan made me... crazy.
"Yeah, me too." I turned around and took out a frying pan, placing it on the stove. I went into the fridge to retrieve the bacon and put it on the counter. I grabbed the scissors and cut it open, dumping the bacon onto the frying pan. I looked up at Dan occasionally, who was always seemingly looking at me. I blushed shyly, returning to breakfast, knowing that Dan wouldn't help. I was glad we'd decided not to talk about how we woke up. Maybe it meant it could happen again. It's not like he'd said, "I'm so sorry, I won't do that again."
Dan's Perspective:
I watched as Phil worked in the kitchen, admiring him for knowing how to cook. Once in a while he would look up enexpectedly, and he would catch me staring. He blushed and I looked down. Stop being a creep, Dan.
After a good half hour of falling asleep on the counter and staring at Phil creepily, he pronounced loudly that breakfast was served. I darted from my seat and ran into the kitchen, grabbing two plates and handing one to him.
"See, I helped." I said sarcastically.
"You pretty much did everyting, Dan. Thank you." He said, smiling at me. I put a decent amount of eggs and bacon onto my plate and brought it to the table with a fork.
