Dan's POV
The annoying beeping of a alarm going off broke through my peaceful slumber, I groggily sat up muttering small curses to myself as I fumbled to find my phone which was the source of the obnoxious beeping. Finally managing to find the device which had been tangled up in my covers, I quickly untangled it and snoozed the alarm; wanting a few more minutes of sleep.
I sighed, closed my eyes and slumped back down into my bed in the process hitting my head on the wall.
"Ow." I quietly grumbled to myself as I rubbed the spot where there was now a dull pain. I opened my eyes as I heard the steady rhythm of music playing and stared at the ceiling trying to ignore it, failing miserably.
"I swear to god Phil." I muttered as I stumbled out of my bed and padded across the floor, out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where a tousled haired Phil was dancing and singing into a whisk (of all things a whisk, really Phil?) And to make matters worse he was singing incredibly off key his voice slightly croaky from not being awake too long.
I leaned against the door frame and watched him prance around the kitchen, in his pajamas.
"I'm a barbie girl in a barbie worldddd." He shook his butt and I had to stifle my laugh as I as discreetly as possible started filming on my phone.
"My boobs are plastic its fantastic, you can comb my hair." Phil picked up a fork and pretended to comb his hair like Ariel from the little mermaid.
"And drive me everywhere!" I giggled to myself as he shook his butt again and I found myself staring at it. He does have a great ass I thought to myself as he carried on singing and dancing.
The high pitched beeping of a smoke alarm going off snapped my attention off my best friends ass, he'd stopped singing and was now flapping a tea towel around trying to clear the smokyness in the kitchen. I coughed and spluttered as I breathed in the smoke.
"Jesus Christ." I excliamed as I also began to flap around a tea towel, "Phil this is why you should be supervised."
"I can cook," he insisted, "See the pancakes aren't that bad-" he said as he turned to the pan which had a pancake in it. It. Had. Caught. On. Fire.
"Phil!" I cried as he quickly grabbed a pot of water and splashed it into the pan, which didn't help at all.
"No! Stop." I cried in desperation as I grabbed the fire extinguisher and pulled the pin out, letting it extinguish the fire.
"Well that was interesting." Phil cheerily said grinning, his cyan blue eyes twinkling as he wiped his sweaty brow and put the pan into a sink full of cold water.
I heaved a huge sigh, "Phil." I groaned it was too early to be putting out fires. I slumped into a chair and tried to even out my breathing, "I'm surprised one of us hasn't killed the other yet ." I admitted, Phil chuckled in response and pulled some syrup out of the fridge.
"Pancake?" He asked offering my a plate full of charred pancakes I rolled my eyes, but nonetheless took the plate of food.
"You risked burning down our apartment for pancakes." I stated.
"That's coming from the one who can't even make toast without tumblr saying they're problematic." Phil quirked a eyebrow at me as he grinned cheekily before sitting down opposite me. I huffed at his comment, "Can you pass me the syrup?"
"Yup." He threw the bottle at me, another bad idea, I tried to duck it bit it still hit me square in the head and syrup splattered all over me. I groaned and facepalmed myself.
"Oops?" I saw him bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing.
"I can already tell today's a disaster waiting to happen." I muttered to myself as I ran my hand through my now sticky hobbit hair in tiredness of the already harrowing day so far. I hoped it wouldn't get even worse because I might have a existential crisis at this rate.
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Sorry this is terribleeee but i tried please don't judge
