White Crayon ||Danisnotonfire x Reader||

|| Chapter 17 ||

*Your POV*

"Dan help me zip my fucking suitcase" I yelled to dan as he layed on my bed, trying to sleep.

"Go away I'm sleeping" he groaned.

"Yeah in my bed" I argued.

If you're wondering what was happening right now, just let me explain. It was about a week later from the day of Dan and I's walk to the park.

Yesterday Dan had told me to meet him at the Starbucks I work at because he had to talk to me about something. Naturally I was intrigued and came to the meet up.

We sat down at a table in the far corner of the shop, he bought me a coffee, and we talked. he had told me about this camping trip him and Phil were going on with his family, him then asking me to tag along.

Last night dan and Phil spent the night at my house, because sometime in the morning we were going to drive up to the campsite. Originally Dan slept on the couch with Phil, but sometime in the night Dan had snuck into my bed.

In the morning when I asked him why he said phil was kicking him; so I guess he had a good reason. I didn't mind honestly, it was just that when I woke up I had freaked out because I didn't know what was holding onto me.

It was currently 10 am, and Phil had to drive home because he forgot to pack underwear. I was trying to zip my suit case while dan laid in bed and begged me to come and lay with him because it's "too early to be awake."

"Dan please just sit on the fucking suitcase so I can zip the fucker up" I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Ugh fine, but you owe me." Dan growled.

"Thank you" I smiled, poking his cheek as he sat on it. This causing his dimples to show.

"There's the smile I want" I teased.

"My balls are itchy"

"W-what does that have to do with anything" I laughed, honestly confused by his response.

"I don't know, I'm too lazy to itch them" he shrugged as I began to zip the suitcase.

"Sounds like a personal problem" I chuckled.

"Can you itch them for me?" He asked, laying his back against my carpeted floor as I finished zipping it.

"Ew no"

"Why?"

"I'm not itching your ballsack dan"

"Why not, I literally just helped you zip your suitcase."

"That's different" I giggled, sitting on his chest.

"Nice ass" he mused, squeezing my butt.

"Daniel James Howell" I squeaked, rolling off his chest next to him on the floor.

"Hate to break it to you but youre the one who sat on me" he chuckled.

"I hate you" I joked.

"I love your ass"

"Dan stop before I beat yours."

"I didn't know you were kinky smiles"

"Stop!" I yelled, covering my face with my hands to hide my blush.