Phil
Dan shuffled around so that he sat facing me. My heartbeat began to pick up. He leant in closer and I looked away. It looked like he was about to say something but he closed his mouth. "What are you drawing?" Dan suddenly asked, disturbing the silence between us.
"Just this and that. Random things here and there. Right now I'm trying to capture 'The Movement of Grace' as the department put it. They said we could sketch anything that... well, moved gracefully, basically.
His eyes lit up, "So, like... dance?"
"I guess. Yeah." I looked over at him and smiled. 'Yeah.' I thought to myself. "You don't suppose I could watch you practise?"
Dan nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be in the second studio tomorrow until 1PM; I don't have any lectures tomorrow."
We continued to discuss our plan when PJ chimed in with an idea. "As Chris is so terrified by the thought of going back to his dorm, -"
"Hey!"
"- how about you guys just spend the night here?" PJ smiled.
My face paled and my heart dropped to my stomach. 'If Charlie found out about this, God knows what he'd do.' Chris was nodding eagerly and Dan just blushed. My mouth went slack, I tried to think of anything that'd get me out of it: Nothing.
"Sure." I breathed. Chris and PJ had bought the relaxed tone but Dan seemed to be suspicious. I looked over to him and gave him a warm smile. As much as he tried to stare me down, his red ears and scarlet cheeks were enough to get him off my case.
"Dan, are you going to be okay sharing a bed with Phil?"
Both Dan and I snapped our attention to a grinning Chris. Dan choked and spluttered out his words. I simply told him I had a spare shirt I could lend him. His face flushed with a darker red. I threw my BTVS Sunnydale High shirt at him. "The bathroom... well, you can see the door from here," I chuckled. Dan looked from the shirt to me and trailed to the bathroom.
PJ pulled out a tray from under his bed, the entire thing was loaded with sweets, crisps and chocolate. I heard the bathroom lock click and out stepped Dan. I looked him up and down, half tempted to let him keep it because he looked so good. He stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes trailed to the tray. Dan's face paled a little and he looked sick.
"Well come and sit down then." I beckoned. He blinked twice and nodded slowly. The four of us sat on the floor in front of PJ's precariously placed laptop. I reached behind me and pulled my duvet down from the bed, draping it over our shoulders.
"What did you guys want to watch?" PJ was looking at one of the shelves in between the window.
"We could watch Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince again... seeing as Deathly Hallows Part 1 comes out in three weeks," I suggested. "Is that okay with you?" I asked Dan. he hadn't looked at me since I put the duvet over him. He turned to me and nodded with burning cheeks.
PJ turned down the lights and cuddled up with Chris next to us. Dan awkwardly shuffled closer to me. I smiled to myself as the beginning titles began to roll. Things were just beginning to settle down when I felt a plastic packet hit my face. I must've jumped a mile, my heartbeat and breathing picked up and I froze to the spot.
"It was a packet of crisps, Phil. There's no need to get so worked up!" PJ laughed. I sighed with relief and laughed sheepishly.
Around 40 minutes into the movie, I felt a heavy weight drop on my left shoulder. This was followed by soft snoring and a tickle on my neck from where his hair fell. I couldn't see what he looked like so I took my phone off the dresser. I flipped the screen up and input my password. Turning the phone away from me, I angled the camera towards Dan and me. I pressed the button in the middle of the D-pad and hoped that it came out well.
It was 2010, surely they'd invent something to make this more convenient.
Surprisingly, the picture came out decently. I smiled at how peaceful Dan looked. A voice pulled me from my thoughts, "Cheeky, Paintbrush." PJ smirked at me.
"Shut up, Spacekid." I chuckled. Chris was curled up to PJ with his head on PJ's lap and eyes shut tightly. PJ was running his hands through Chris' hair softly.
I put my phone on my bed and let my head roll backwards until it rested against the edge of the mattress. My eyelids became heavy and everything slowly drained away until all there was was darkness.
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Not Enough (Phan AU)
Fanfiction"I just can't do it Phil... I'm not enough." Dan's a dancer. Phil's a painter. They've been at the same college for over a year and they've never crossed paths. That was until mid-October, the two found themselves together collecting the scattered...
