Nostalgia

Chapter 9

Happy Phan Day

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Dan's POV

I was extremely happy! Today I'd be getting my cast off and Phil said we'd start moving furniture into the flat! I quickly got dressed and before long I heard the expected knocking from Philip, outside my hotel door. I greeted him with a smile and invited him in as I ran around looking for my other sock.

"You need a phone." Phil randomly blurted out as I shoved on my shoe with the one arm I had available. "I need to be able to contact you if something happens."

"What's going to happen." I replied. "We're only apart when we leave to our rooms."

"You still need a phone... How about we buy one after the appointment."

I chucked as I fixed my hair and agreed to what Phil had mentioned.

Thankfully the removal was at the hospital and we were able to stop and visit with Sarah. We were currently in the cafeteria having lunch with Phil's grandmother who was happily smiling at everything me and Phil would do.

"So how has my favorite grandson and his...close friend Daniel been?"

"We've been fine." Phil responded. "We decided to move in together actually."

"Oh I had a feeling you two would get together!" Sarah exclaimed.

"We're not together." Both me and Phil said in unison.

Phil's grandmother chucked in amusement. "My apologies, I just assumed... You know moving in together does seem like something a couple would do though, don't you agree?"

I didn't want to nod. That would just make things even more awkward.

"But anyways, Daniel, you seem much happier then you did a few weeks ago. Why such a big change?"

I blushed and noticed what she'd said was true. "U-uh well I guess you can just say I've finally found a good friend." I studdered.

"Oh I'm glad!" Sarah smiled.

I glance over at Phil and I could have sworn I saw slight tint of red in his cheaks. But I didn't let it get to me and I continued to visit with the lady in front of me.

"How do you put in a new phone number?" I asked as I sat in an awkwardly placed  chair in the middle of our empty flat.

We were currently taking a break from moving every fucking piece of the table, chairs, and kitchen appliances from downstairs. This was going to be a long process I thought as I looked around at all the parts that were in piles across the floor.

I handed Phil my new phone and with a few taps he gave it back. "There..." he said, "now we'll be able to contact each other."

Through out the next few hours of moving and putting furniture together, I often found myself thinking of how different my life is now, from what it was just a few weeks ago. For instance: I have a good job, a new beautiful clean flat, and a reliable friend.

"Hey Dan can you help me with these boxes." Phil asked as he came up the steps.

"Sure, what's in them?"

"Just junk..." Phil replied. "Nothing important...to be honest I've got these, can you grab the last few parts to the couch, they're in the hallway."

Uh, okay? I hesitatly replied as I let go of the boxes. I slowly walked out of the lounge and into the hallway and found the mess of wood, screws, and other anonymous parts.

"How the hell am I going to put this together?" I mumbled.

"Not I," I heard Phil say. "We, how are we going to put this together? I don't know." He chuckled, and I couldn't help but turn slightly pink.

I picked up a pamphlet of directions and skimmed over the complicated paragraphs and steps that made no sense.

"Uh... A1 screw to A101 board..."

"Dan, I may not be a professional couch builder but I am 99.9% sure that's wrong."

"Okay, well what about Leg Piece 6 to Board 4e."

"This couch doesn't have 6 legs..."

I grumbled and laid down on the floor, "let's just hire someone to put all the furniture together." I advised. "Then we can decorate." I heard Phil shift and he laid down beside me.

"I agree." He said with a yawn. Phil turned towards me and I did the same, our eyes met and something felt...different. It felt like for once in my life someone cared and wanted to know more. His bright blue, green, and hint of yellow eyes, bore into mine. It was incredible, without even a single touch from him I could feel so much emotion just by gazing into his eyes. I suddenly realized we had been staring at each other for a couple of seconds now and I directed my concentration to the open window besides me.

"Dan?" I heard Phil say.

I turned back to him, "hmm."

"Your eyes, I hope you know their really nice."

I felt my cheeks burn, as I tried to studdered out a reply. "W-well...uhh... Yours...are eyes as well and v-very nice."

Phil started to laugh. "Thanks."

I bet my face was as red as a strawberry, I was so embarrassed but I couldn't help but laugh too. We sat there and laughed until our stomachs hurt, both our faces were red by now so the fact I was blushing didn't seem to stick out. As me and Phil finally calmed down, I suggested we should go eat and head back to our separate rooms for the evening. And with the way Phil's stomach was growling, I could garentee he'd say yes.

We ended up leaving a half an hour after I expressed my thought, picked up a pizza, and headed back to Phil's apartment.

"You know..." Phil started, "you still haven't answered the my question when we first met."

"Do I have to?" I whined as I vaguely remembered the question.

"Come on Dan, a little about you a little about me."

I sighed there was no nurse to interrupt me this time. "Well I'm 25 years old, my birthday is July 11th, I used to be called bear as a nickname, one day I want a Shiba Inu, and I was disowned at the age of 18 when I came out to my parents as gay."

"Well your not alone with the Shiba idea." Phil smiled as he took a bite of his pizza.  "But... you were really disowned?"

I nodded. "That's why he go so mad when he saw me in the cafeteria with you he thought we...... he thought we were together."

"Oh Dan I'm sorry." Phil replied. "I just wanted to say hello, you see, when we got separated that first time I thought I wasn't ever going to see you again, and to be honest I haven't had a true friend for years and when I met you I felt like that all changed."

I started to blush and I was glad the lights were off and the only thing giving off light was the TV. "Its okay, I didn't have a best friend for the first  25 years of my life."

"Who's your best friend? Where did you meet them? What's their name?" Phil asked.

I started to chuckle. "It's you, Philip. You're my best friend... My only friend to be honest."

Suddenly Phil leaned over and wrapped me in a huge hug. I was hesitant, it had been so long since someone has given me a real hug. I eventually smiled and mimicked Phil's actions. I could feel his breath on my neck and even though I've always been sensitive in that area, this felt more comforting, and it sent shivers up my spine.

"Thank you." Phil then mumbled close to my ear.

"For what?" I replied.

"For being my best friend too."