----Three months later----
Phil's POV:
It's summer now. School has been out for only a week, but me and Dan have been together constantly... Not like I'm complaining. You see, I've actually developed a slight crush on Dan, not like I'd ever tell him. In even better news, I'm spending the night at Dan's house tonight, just like I have practically every other weekend. We probably won't do too much, but like I said before, I'm not complaining. I got up to get a glass of water. As I went into the kitchen I happened to glance at the time on the microwave. It read 6:46 pm. I was supposed to be at Dan's house 15 minutes ago. "Shit!" I said under my breath, pulling out my phone and dialing Dan's number. He picked up after two rings.
Me: Dan! Oh my god I'm so sorry I lost track of time and-- I'm leaving the house now.
I grabbed my keys, nearly running out of the House.
Dan: *Laughing* It's fine, Phil, you're late all the time anyway. Honestly, I don't know why you're always so worked up about it. But hurry up, I'm dying of boredom and I miss you.
I sigh in relief, start my car, and head for Dan's house. I've driven there so many times I could do it with my eyes closed.
Me: Okay, I'll see you in about 5 minutes, then.
I hung up smiling.
--Dan's house--
I knocked on the door and only about 5 seconds later Dan opened it. I smiled and he hugged me. "Hi, Dan!" I said smiling and hugging him back, inhaling his familiar scent. He released me a little too soon for my liking, but hell, I would hug him forever. He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room. I had butterflies in my stomach, any time me and Dan had physical contact I just had this-- feeling, I liked it. "Want to watch movies?" Dan asked, sitting on the couch. "Yeah, sure." This is what we typically did. I joined Dan on the couch, only centimeters away from him, I could feel his body heat, It was nice. He found something on Netflix to watch and sunk down in the couch, his shoulder touched mine and I got butterflies again and could feel my face getting hot. I looked down at my knees and put my hands in my lap. We sat like that for two hours until the movie ended. Dan looked at me, why? I have no idea. He just.. looked at me. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Dan just giggled a little and played another movie that I had puerly no interest in. Dan yawns and puts his head on my chest. I blush and I'm sure he can hear my heartbeat speed up because he giggles again. I giggle too. "What are you laughing at?" I ask. "You." He says simply. "You're too adorable" He says smiling, dimples showing. I turn to look at him, he does the same. I just stare in disbelief. I open my mouth to say something, just like before, but close it again because I can't think of anything to say. I just smile at him awkwardly. Dan swiftly turns around and pins me down on the couch, his knees on either side of my hips and his hands on my wrists, holding me down, ensuring I would not leave the position I was in. My heart was going a million miles per hour. And suddenly he removed one hand and held both of my wrists. He started tickling my sides with his free hand. I writhed around and giggled at the sensation. I struggled to get free, though I enjoyed the contact, I didn't want to make it obvious. Then he stopped, he didn't move, he just stopped. We were both still laughing hysterically. After a few minutes we were calmed down, we stopped laughing, but Dan was still on top of me. I poked Dan to make him move. "What?" He said looking at me. "Moooove." I said dragging out the 'o', sounding whiny. "Noooo." Dan said, also dragging out the 'o', mocking my tone, then pinning me down again.
Then it happened in slow motion. I looked into Dan's sweet brown eyes, they stood out more than anything in the room, even in the dark, they were gorgeous, Dan leaned in, I started to panic, was he really going to kiss me? No, he moved passes my lips and whispered into my ear, moving one hand and tapping my side. "You're it." He whispered into my ear and lept off of me, running upstairs. "You asshole!" I shouted, running after him. I caught up to him in the hallway and tagged him, he tripped on something on the floor too dark to see. "Oh my gosh are you okay?!" I asked. He groaned. "Help me up." He said, sounding like he was in pain. I held out my hand and he took it. I was too worried to be cautious. Suddenly, he yanked me down and I fell on top of him. Before I had a chance to react, or ask if he was okay, he wrapped his arms around my neck and brung us closer. Our foreheads touching, lips centimeters apart.
"Are you sure you want to kiss me?" He asks, barely even a whisper. His breath rolls across my lips and my stomach does a billion flips. "I mean, I'm a guy, I don't even know how you feel about--" I cut him off, sealing our lips together, allowing a small whimer to escape his lips. I blush and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His tongue runs across my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I gladly grant permission, parting my lips. His tongue flicks mine and electricity shot through my entire body. He tastes like heaven, I know that's a cheesy comparison, but fuck, I couldn't care less right now. I've been thinking about this for months.
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A/N Okay so I spent like 4 hours writing this and I'm really pissed because I thought this was going to be a long chapter but noOoOoOOOo. Anyway, sorry I don't update very often, I suck at this,
