A/n I'm republishing this bc it didn't save the last but so if you've already read this skip to when the music gets louder and fades letting Dan know someone has opens and closes the back door.
"Happy Halloween!" Phil yells as Dan opens his front door.
"What the-" In all honesty, Dan hadn't expected Phil to drop by. He thought he'd be out and about collecting candy even though he wouldn't eat it due to his weight problem. Or he'd be out with Chris, Pj, Kyle, anyone but Dan really.
"Where's your costume?" Phil asks with a frown, which must be very uncomfortable with fake vampire teeth. Dan pushes all questions aside of why Phil is here and answer his question.
"I don't do Halloween. Taking candy from strangers has lost its appeal to me. But you can come in if you'd like?" It sounds more like a question than an invitation. Dan wishes it didn't. He doesn't want it to seem like he hates Phil, even though he does, but it's not a burning hatred. It's a kind of hatred that allows him to invite Phil inside.
"Yes please! I thought I'd have to turn into a bat and fly into your house." Phil jokes, walking past Dan into his house which was a lot warmer then it was outside.
Before Phil even gets a chance to start conversation a voice is calling Dan's name. "Danny Danny Danny!" Marita comes bounding down the stairs and runs towards Dan who lifts her into his arms. She's wearing a Katniss costume from The Hunger Games, she went as all out as a ten year old could go, she even had her own little fake bow and arrow which of course was completely harmless. "When am I going to Clara's house?" She asks with a frown, obviously annoyed at the amount of time she's had to wait to go to her friends.
"It doesn't starts for another twenty minutes and were walking so we should be leaving very soon." Dan informs her. He's on her side, he wishes the party was sooner so he wasn't here when Phil arrived.
"But not until I get your lovely brother here dressed for Halloween." Phil leans over and pecks Dan cheek. If Dan was drinking water, he would have spit it out at Phil's ridiculous idea.
"What? No no no I don't do Halloween." Dan argues.
"And you said you didn't do 'comfort' but you were craving it some time ago." Phil smiles at Dan as the brunette pouts. He's got a point there.
"Dress up Danny!" Marita starts to cheer and Phil joins in until eventually Dan gives up, putting Marita down on the floor and letting Phil drag him up the stairs to his room. He doesn't want to fight, especially in front of his sister, who he loves more than anything. So he reluctantly sits down on his bed as Phil looks around the his room for any items that would be good together for a costume. His room is nothing special. It has bland walls covered in few posters and there was clothes everywhere, Phil would be lucky to find something to be used in a costume.
However even with the mess played out in front of them, it doesn't take long until Phil has his picked out some clothes and makeup (for a reason Dan was yet to understand) and holding it out to Dan. "Put in the tattoo sleeves, I'll do your makeup after that, oh and I can't forget these skinny jeans that will fit you perfectly. Perhaps they'll make you even more attractive, the ladies will be all over you. I'll also be all over you to but that's nothing new so here you go." He hands Dan the tattoo sleeves and pants then he puts the makeup down on the floor. "Actually, now that I think of it there's a great shirt that would go along nicely with this whole outfit so I'll grab that. When I turn around you can change and then you can tell me to turn back when you're done." Phil explains, turning around and going to Dan's closet as he does so.
"Do you have to be right there while I change?" Dan asks, feeling a little self conscious.
"I could be right next to you if you want. I surely wouldn't mind." Phil suggests as he searches for the shirt he spotted earlier.
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