Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Twenty-Seven

A/N: wowowow this story is getting a lot less reads then it used to hahahahhahapleasecomebackahahhahaha

"Phil, cam down. She slipped me her number, it's not like she tried to sleep with me," I stared worriedly at Phil who was lying prone (face down) on his bed, staring at the celling.

"Still, I can already tell she won't take 'no' for an answer," He muttered.

I sighed, sitting down next to Phil and rubbing light circles on his back. "Even if she does try flirting with me again, it's not like I'm going to flirt back. I already have a love interest."

Phil rolled onto his back, resting his head on my lap. "I guess you're right..."

"I am right, so stop worrying," I grinned, ruffling his hair.

Phil scowled, swatting my hand away.

I smoothed his hair back down, smiling contently.

"What are you so happy about?" The dark-haired boy was trying to look annoyed, but obviously struggling to fight a smile.

I shook my head, laughing. "I just love you a lot."

Phil smiled, the corner of his eyes crinkling up. "You're disgustingly cheesy."

"Does that annoy you?"

"Terribly so."

I laughed, leaning forward. "Good."

Phil rolled his eyes, connecting our lips.

I smiled into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair—it was very soft.

Phil wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me down so I was lying next to him.

He pulled away from the kiss to mutter, "I love you." As he rested his forehead against mine.

I grinned. "I love you too."

Phil embraced me tightly.

We lay like that for quite a while until I finally drifted off to sleep.

At one point I was vaguely aware of being carried to my room, but fell asleep again before I could fully register anything. The next thing I knew, Phil was waking me up.

"Dan, get dressed, you're gonna make us late."

I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into my pillow.

"Come on, sleeping beauty," The mattress dipped besides me. "You're not the only tired one."

"How are you so perky?" I grumbled.

"Coffee," He muttered. "Now, get up."

Phil finally managed to get me out of bed, but by the time he did I only had ten minutes to get ready, meaning I didn't have time to fully straighten or brush my hair.

"It looks awful," I grumbled as we walked down the pavement. I had attempted several times to smooth down the mess on my head, but nothing worked.

"I think it's hot," Phil smirked, glancing down at me.

I blushed, smiling coyly.

Phil laughed, noticing my flushed face. "What happened to the smug, cocky Dan I used to know so well?"

I shrugged. "He fell in love. It's different when the flirting means something other than just lust."

Phil smiled, taking my hand. "I like this Dan."