truth or dare // phan au

thirty-two

dans pov
"phil? what are you doing here?" there is an panting phil standing on my door step.
"o-one sec- too much- exercise." i wait for him to calm down.
"can i stay here?" he says after a few seconds "just for tonight" he adds.
"yeah, of course." i scrunch my eyebrows in confusion "not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?"
"oh. yeah. well, its my dad." he goes on explaining what happened.
"i'm sorry phil." i didn't know
what else to say, i've never been very good at showing sympathy for others. 
"can i come in now?" he says with a smile.
"oh my god! oh, right, sorry, come in." i blush and awkwardly open the door more so he can fit through.
"welcome to my humble home." i say dramatically in an extremely posh voice.
"why, thank you my good sir." he replies, just as dramatically. we both break out into a fit of giggles.
the rest of the night we play video games-which i usually won-and watch doctor who reruns and phil occasionally made hilariously terrible jokes and puns. it was the most fun i've had in a while.

A/N: sorry this chapter sucks. i couldn't think of anything to write.