Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Nineteen

A/N: um, thanks for 50k veiws??? like i get that only like 1k people veiw each chapter (although it'd dropping at a bit of an alarming pace)  and the 50k is every chapter added together, but thats still a lot?? thank you!!! xxxxx

I watched 21 episodes of attack on titan in 7 hours

10/10 would do again, you guys should watch it

Also, I literally just realized that if the quotation isn't the end of the sentence, you end with a "," not a "." Like: '"She told me so," the girl lied.' Is the right way of writing.

I mean it's good I'm learning, but like half of this story is wrong. I'm not going to change it since I doubt you guys care that much, but I need to get into the habit of writing properly. (Don't judge me for not knowing this, my middle school teacher actually didn't teach us anything.)

I'm giving y'all fluff rn, be happy. (I feel like nothing happens in this chapter, sorry L things will get eventful soon)

Dan's POV

"Morning Dan," My mum chirped, hurrying around the kitchen.

"Morning," I sighed, walking over to the counter where the steaming plate of bacon was sat out.

I began to reach for a piece, but Mum quickly reached over and slapped my hand away.

"Wha-"

"We're eating as a family, wait for your father and Phil."

I gave her a skeptical look. "Since when do we eat breakfast together?"

"Since we have a new member in the house."

I appreciated my family's enthusiasm at having Phil here, but it was hard to be thankful when there was a pan of fresh pancakes taunting me from the counter.

"Fine, I guess I'll just starve..." I sighed a bit too dramatically as I sat down at the table.

"Well if your so eager to eat, why don't you go wake Phil up?" My mum muttered impatiently.

I didn't say anything, but gave another dramatic sigh as I stood up to let her know I heard what she said.

Memories of last night flooded my head as I began walking up the stairs.

Does Phil regret kissing me? Does this mean he forgives me?

Other thoughts of similar context made me think it would be best to let Phil wake up on his own, but I was already standing in front of his bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock a few times before I actually made contact with the surface.

"Phil, You awake?" I leaned forward, listening for a response. "Breakfast is ready."

I heard nothing, and was about to knock again when the door swung open.

"Morning," Phil said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"M-morning," I muttered. It was hard to concentrate of speaking when Phil's hair looked all messy and attractive. And since when did he have glasses?!

"I didn't know you need glasses."

"Yeah, I prefer contacts..." He muttered.

"They suit you," I blurted out.

Phil looked surprised. "Oh, um thanks."

"Y-yeah."

"So... did you sleep well?" Phil's smile was slowly beginning to change into a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.