Trapped//Phan

Chapter Thirty-Four

I know two updates in one weekend. Huh. It seems like the life homework I have over the weekends, the more I update... that's concerning.

"Now, hows about I go get you some chocolate?" Phil offered retreating from the hug.

Dan nodded slowly, bringing his head up to find multiple tear stains on Phil's shirt. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry Phil, you're shirt I-"

"Dan, its fine. Promise." Phil reassured him.

"Thank you Phil. For everything." Dan commented.

"Anytime." Phil smiled walking away towards the kitchen to get him chocolate. Dan waited on the couch and tried to compose himself. "DAN!" Phil yelled.

"PHIL!" Dan yelled startled.

"WANT TO MAKE BROWNIES?!" Phil asked.

"But what about the chocolate?" Dan whined.

"What do you think brownies are made of?" Phil remarked. Dan rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen.

"Smart aleck." Dan sneered playfully. He walked in the pantry and got the basic ingredients: flour, sugar, chocolate, baking soda, and salt. "If we make a huge mess, you're cleaning it up." Dan told Phil.

"Mmhm. Sure." Phil replied sarcastically.
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The oven timer went off. "I'll get it." Phil yelled racing to the oven. The smell of dark bittersweet chocolate filled the kitchen, luring Dan in. "It's beautiful." Phil exclaimed bringing out the brownies.

Dan immediately took a knife and cut a piece for himself right as Phil set it on the counter. The hot food burned Dan's hand, but he threw it in his mouth. The outside of the brownie was flakey, easily broken and let a chocolate milky way slip down his throat. As scorching and mouth burning as it was, to Dan it was defiantly worth it. "Oh my god." Dan commented.

"Better than regular chocolate?" Phil asked.

"So much better than chocolate. Fuck regular chocolate. Fuck healthy food I'm just going to go on a brownie diet." Dan agreed. Phil laughed and shook his head disapprovingly in a playful manner. "You think I'm joking." Dan muttered. "Okay okay. How much of a mess did we make?" Dan asked scanning the kitchen.

"The kitchen isn't that bad." Phil observed. "But our clothes tell a different story." Phil turned around to reveal his black pants covered in white flower from the waist down. Same with Dan's.

"Wow. How did you even manage that Phil?"

"I don't even know." Dan and Phil both laughed.

"Phil I'm going to eat more brownies. Now you," Dan pointed at the kitchen and Phil's pants, "clean up."

"DDDDDDDaaaaaaaannnnnnn." Phil whined. "You helped make the brownies. AND you're going to eat most of them."

"Touché." Dan surrendered, he stood up and grabbed the broom. He started sweeping the flour into a pile. Phil was cleaning counters and "sneakily" eating brownies.

"Okay I'm done." Phil announced as Dan was sweeping his last bits of flour into the pan. "I'm going to continue my Final Fantasy game okay?"

"Okay." Dan nodded, and continued his work. Turns out:
Flour.
Gets.
Everywhere.
Dan was still working on some of the kitchen an hour after Phil left to go play Final Fantasy. Phil entered the kitchen looking atDan his eyes widened.

"Dan?! You're still working on flour?!" He asked astonished.

"Hey! It's not as easy as you think!" Dan defended himself.

"Why didn't you ask for help a little while ago? I would've come." Phil's face was puzzled.

"I-I don't know. I guess I j-just thought-"

"Don't be afraid to ask for help." Phil advised Dan. Dan nodded solemnly, he was a little disappointed in himself. White powered covered his vision. Dan jumped to his feet and looked at Phil who had a small amount of flour in his hands ready to launch.

"Oh hell no." Dan muttered smirking. Quickly grabbed a handful of flower from the pan and threw it at Phil. Immediately he sprinted down the hall.

"OH MY GOD DAN YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!" Phil bellowed. Dan laughed loudly, as he slowed down to turn, a force pushed him in the other direction: into Phil's room. Phil stumbled right behind Dan and they both fell to the floor laughing. Phil looked at Dan, and gave a mischievous grin, Dan quickly glanced at Phil's closed fist, and it was full of flour. By instinct Dan tackled Phil trying to pin both his arms down, but he failed. Flavourless and metallic flour was smeared all over his face. Dan looked at Phil below him, and quickly pushed himself back so he was sitting on his ass again.

"I hate you." Dan smiled, leaning back on his hands. Phil rolled his eyes and started to cough. "This is the most fun I've ever had."
Dan smiled.
Phil smiled.
But neither smiles, real or fake, would last very long.

Why not have this entire chapter be cliché?

Yeah. I'm not sorry, writing fluff is fun :) a kind of long chapter??? Oh well.

I have BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER FOR AGES.

Okay. Quick Serious Topic: in some of my chapters (sorta like this one) it seems like I'm romanticizing depression, but that's not what this story is about. I just wanted clarify that because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Ugh, maybe I'm just getting insecure.

I get paranoid too easily lol xdxdxdxd

I'm cringing at myself now.