Third Person Point of View.
"Dan!" Phil called from the lounge. "Yeah, Phil?!" Dan shouted back, making his way into the lounge. "What's up?" He asked Phil, who was sitting on a beanbag. "We have to go." He answered, glancing at Dan. "Wait, why?" Dan sighed, raking his hands through his brown fringe. "Because," Phil clapped, standing up. "You have to go to the dentist to get some teeth pulled. And as your best friend, I'm going to go with you and support you."
Dan placed his face to the white wall and groaned loudly, squinting his eyes. "But, Phiiiiil," he groaned once again. "Can we cancel? Please?" "Nope! Get your shoes on. It's time to go." Dan rolled his eyes and grabbed his boots before the two headed out the door.
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"We're here, Daniel. Ready to get your teeth pulled?" Phil teased, pulling Dan out of the car. "I don't know why I have to be here," Dan argued. "Because. You're getting your teeth pulled! You ready?" "Not really." "Too bad." Dan rolled his eyes before angrily strolling into the office. "Hey, I'm Dan Howell," he greeted the woman at the desk. "I have an appointment in ten minutes." With a smile, the lady gave Dan a form. "Fill this out," she said in a monotone voice. Dan groaned and snatched the form and started filling it out.
Name: Fuck You.
Birthday: None of your damn business
Age: 1000
"Dan!" Phil shouted, snatching the form. "Did you actually write this? Do it right! You can't put 'Fuck you' as your name. Change it right now." Dan gave another eye roll, "Fuck you."
Name: Daniel James Howell Birthday: June 11, 1991
Age: 23
(He is 23 in this. Shh.)
Reason for visit: I'm getting teeth pulled.
Time: 1:20
Appointment time: 1:30
Dan signed his name and handed the form back to the woman. "Please take a seat," she giggled. "We'll come get you shortly." Phil grabbed Dan and pulled him over to a chair. "I don't want to be here, Phil. I'm tired and sick and ugh."
10 minutes later...
"Daniel James Howell," a voice said. Dan and Phil looked up and made their way over to the woman. "Are you ready?" She asked. Dan nodded and sighed, "Can he come?" He asked, pointing to Phil. The woman thought for a moment and nodded, "Only because you guys are cute. Anways, follow me."
The woman led Dan and Phil into a small room. Dan took a seat in the chair as Phil leaned against the wall. "I'm scared, Phil." Dan sighed. "Thank you for coming with me. God, I hate the dentist." Phil winked as the dentist walked into the room. "Hello," he said in a Russian accent. "My name is Dr.Ross and I am going to be pulling your teeth." With a cry, Dan groaned. "I don't want to do this." "It'll be fine," he said. Dan rolled his eyes and sighed.
After the procedure...
"He's on laughing gas right now," the dentist told Phil with a smug smile. "He may say things that he doesn't mean to. So don't be alarmed. I'll be back with your papers." The dentist left Dan and Phil in the room. "How ya' doing there, squirt?" Phil asked, making his way over to his best friend. "Hehe, you're funny." He told Phil with a loud chuckle. Dan grabbed Phil and whispered in his ear. "I love Phil so much, man. He's hot. And I have dreams about us and he's always the girl in the relationship. Also, I think he's a bottom. I'm a top. When we have sex, he'll see. Hehe, he's cute. DON'T TELL PHIL."
Phil's eyes widened as a blush began to invade his cheeks. "You're not going to remember this, Dan." Phil insisted after taking a seat. Phil has always had a thing for Dan, but he never got around to telling him. "Will you ask Phil if he'll marry me?" Dan giggled. "No." Phil retorted. "I'm going to go get you a drink." Phil, shocked as a motherfucker, stood and left the room. Dan had no idea that he was talking to Phil. And when he found out, he was going to be in deep shit.
At the house...
"Are you okay now, Daniel the Spaniel? Has the gas worn off yet?" Phil asked, taking a seat next to Dan. "Yeah, it has. Thanks for asking," he snickered. "Also, don't ever call me that again. EVER." Phil rolled his eyes and sighed, remembering what occurred at the dentist. "Dan, can I ask you something?" He asked, slightly turning to Dan. Dan nodded and did the same. "What is it?"
With an embarrassed smile, Phil shrugged. "Do you remember what you said to me? While you were on the gas?" Dan innocently shook his head. "No. What did I say?" "You said a lot of things. You told me I'm cute, you said that I'm hot. You said you have dreams about us. You said that I'm a bottom and you're a top. You said that when we have sex, I'll see. And most importantly, you said you loved me." Dan gulped, "I did?" Phil nodded, "Y-yeah, you did. But, you thought it wasn't me. You thought you were telling someone else about how you like me. But you were talking to me."
A smile tugged at Dan's lips as he blushed. "Well, I was on gas. I didn't know." "Is all that true though? Do you really feel that way? Or was it just the gas?" With a lip bite, Dan leaned in and placed his soft lips to Phil's. "Does that answer your question, silly?"
Shocked by the kiss, Phil's eyes widened and he quietly nodded. "Yeah. It does.." Dan scooted closer to Phil and placed his lips to his one more time. "I've always love you, Phil." "Same."
Phil wrapped his arm around Dan and sighed into his neck. "I have a question," Phil said. "What is it?" "Will you be my boyfriend?" Dan rolled his eyes, "Hell yeah." Phil nuzzled into his boyfriend's shoulder. "Oh yeah, Dan? One more thing." "What is it?"
"I top."
