The day had started out pleasantly enough.
Okay, that was not the truth. It was actually a.. boring day. Nothing exciting happened, so Dan got an idea to spice things up.
Besides, this should end good anyways.
The plan was to flirt. But with who, you might be asking?
If you are asking that, redirect yourself to the name of this oneshot book. It's Phan, so honestly who else is Dan gonna flirt with?
You're right. He's gonna flirt with his reflection in the mirror. Phil who??
So, Dan was stood in front of the bathroom's mirror, trying to come up with some funny pick-up lines.
Of course, some of them were rather on the dark side of humor because this is Dan Howell, who's probably the living representation of the quote "black like my soul."
"Hey, are you a school, cause I wanna shoot kids up inside you," Dan muttered to himself, snorting in laughter afterwards.
That one may have been too far. But hey, hey reader, lemme tell you a secret from me, the author, to you.
Anything is possible, mkay?
AnywAYS.
Phil had been trying to find Dan. He had first looked in his bedroom, expecting to see him in his browing position, but alas, he did not find him.
His second guess was the bathroom because sometimes Dan was too lazy to leave since he had his phone with him in there.
As Phil walked into the bathroom, he exclaimed cheerfully, "bONJOUR!!"
Dan turned to look at him and then gave Phil elevator eyes. ((That basically means he was looking him up and down, like checking him out. I looked this up earlier man, I know my stuff.)) Dan then winked at him, leaving Phil amused.
He assumed it was one of those many times where Dan accidentally winked. But it wasn't.
Dan was going to flirt with him now, since he just practiced in the mirror.
Dan winked again, "Say hey if you're gay." Ok, that wasn't really a pick-up line. He just kinda wanted Phil to admit it.
Phil stared blankly at him and said, "Dude, I don't swing that way."
Dan raised an eyebrow, "Yes you do."
It was a staring contest after that. Dan won the contest, since Phil could not withstand the intense gay eye contact (otherwise known as eye sex.)
Phil sighed and said quietly, "You're right." He then sighed again and said, "Hey."
He finally admitted to it. Dan internally died. Well, externally too. He was a dead man walking.
Not really. The author's just a bit dramatic.
"What happens now?" Phil asked.
Dan replied shortly after, "The author hasn't thought that far ahead."
As soon as he said that, his phone started ringing. "Hello?"
There was heavy breathing on the other line. "Is this Dan Howell?" a very familiar voice asked.
Dan scowled and said angrily, "Yes, papi John."
Phil tilted his head in confusion. Who was calling Dan, and what did they want?
Dan smiled at Phil apologetically before leaving the bathroom to continue the phone call. Phil tightened his fist in response. He felt jealous.
Dan came back into the bathroom about a minute later and told Phil he had to go somewhere.
"Where do you have to go?" Phil questioned.
Dan blinked three times. "I have to go face my demons."
That did not help Phil understand, but nevertheless, Dan turned and walked away. Phil watched him go silently, but still wishing that Dan would turn around and they'd um... do something in the bathroom. heh.
Dan entered the limo that popped up in front of their flat, and they drove away.
He was with John Cena, his ex lover from back when he was a WWE wrestling star.
He thought he was over John. He was convinced he liked Phil now.
But did he?
When he was in the ring, his pulse would quicken and his heart would beat faster, and every ounce of his body would be filled with adrenaline. It was an addictive feeling, so addictive that he had to come back.
And John was holding it over him, since he could not avoid the temptations.
When him and John broke up, Dan quit the ring so he'd never have to see him again. But he came back, back to the ring and back to John, just like John had known he would.
"You ready for some fun, Danny boy?" John said, a dangerous smirk on his lips.
"It'll be like I never left," Dan answered, but he did not feel sure.
He suddenly felt an intense mound of sadness overwhelm him at the thought that he would be leaving Phil.
But did he have to?
John drove them into his suite, which included a ping pong table because John had recently started getting into that game.
It was kinda like wrestling. Yeah, not really.
"Where is he?" Dan asked, pointedly. He knew that John knew who he meant.
"Haven't seen him in ages. Don't worry about it."
Dan grumbled.
Back at the flat, Phil had went to his bedroom and started to text Dan. He really missed him, even though he only left about an hour ago.
hey. um. i know you're gone, but should we talk about what happpened? -PL
or rather what hasn't happened yet? -PL
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To be continued.
