Take Your Chances, I'll Take Mine.

Chapter Three

That fucker.

Dan just about threw his phone. Chris had managed to get a photo of him and Phil, sleeping on each other. It couldn't have been taken more than half an hour ago.

How the everloving fuck did you get that?

I wanted to talk to pj and he sits at the back of the bus

And?

And i walked by and thought you two looked 10/10 adorable

You little- Dan started typing when Chris sent another message.

He's still sleeping on you, isn't he

No. Dan typed in, a little too quickly.

Don't lie to me I can literally see you rn

Dan turned around to see Chris still sitting beside PJ, offering a small smile and sarcastic finger wave, though PJ seemed to be preoccupied with whatever he was saying and didn't notice him.

Dan's phone beeped again

Are you gonna wake him up or nah

Dan decided to ignore both Chris' antics and how everywhere Phil touched was tingling, but sadly neither of those succeeded as Chris stood up, approaching Dan, and in the process, woke up Phil.

In a dazed state of confusion, Phil mumbled something indecipherable, then snapped into reality and shot off of Dan's shoulder, bumping into Chris, then groaning as he rubbed his head.

"Morning, sunshine," Chris chucked.

In a dazed, yet equally sarcastic voice that was husky from sleep, Phil replied, "hey, moonshine. Wait, no. That's alcohol."

"Considering his personality I wouldn't put it past him to be on it," Dan muttered, glaring daggers at Chris from under his fringe. Chris just reached over and patted his cheek with a shit-eating grin, squeezing himself onto the tiny bus bench. Dan ended up squished against the cold glass of the window, with Phil practically in his lap. Which, if the simpering smirk Chris was wearing was anything to go by, was Chris' plan all along.

"Trouble in paradise?" Chris asked with a laugh, and Dan wanted to hit him.

"I was having a good day Chris, why did you single-handedly have to ruin it?"

"You mean all you need to constitute a good day is to have a boy literally drool on you while you're crammed onto a bus that smells like feet and whatever is growing between the folds of your mum's vagina for six hours straight?" He turned to look at Phil, who blushed and wiped at the corner of his mouth. "Keep this in mind when you're planning dates, it seems loverboy is a lot easier than we expected."

"I will literally murder you in your sleep," Dan griped, trying to shuffle around so his back was to Chris, or at least as much as he was able to considering the space restraints.

Phil shifted around once Dan was still. He was still slightly groggy with sleep, and ended up draped even more across Dan's lap, with one arm over Dan's shoulder and the other flopped in Dan's lap. He snuffled in a way that made Dan's heart constrict with how cute it was, and he leaned his cheek against Dan's shoulder, his eyelids fluttering closed. Chris' eyebrows were bouncing up and down faster than a hooker who's paid by the john rather than by the hour.

"You'd have to move him to do that, so I figure I'm safe for the rest of the bus ride."

"I've been told I can shoot daggers from my eyes."

"You've found my weakness, pretty eyes and small knives." Chris puckered his lips and fluttered his eyelashes. Dan gagged.

"You did not just pull a Spiderman on me."