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Chapter 11

Does Phil even realize how fucking precious he is?

Dan and Phil were back at their flat, and were both lounging in their living room area. Wearing either sweatpants or pyjamas, they were surfing the web. Phil was laughing at a YouTube video, his tongue sticking out slightly, and he was wearing his glasses, too.

Is it bad that I've noticed already that he does that thing with his tongue when he laughs? He's only been living here for a few days and I've managed to soak in every detail about him. His hair, his face, his sense of style... those eyes. The eyes are probably the prettiest eyes I've ever seen on a human. They're blue, but also green at the same time... you can't even describe it....

"Dan?" Phil chuckled. Dan had been absentmindedly staring at Phil for quite a long time.
"Huh? What?" Dan said, snapping out of his trance.
"Checking me out?" Phil cocked an eyebrow, attempting to restrain a laugh.
"Wh-what?"

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

"You've just been staring at me for the past few minutes, Dan."
"I was staring into space, sorry," Dan responded, all too quickly.
"Mhmm... okay, sure," Phil joked, laughing.

He's doing the tongue thing.

"I'm gonna head back to bed, it's nearly one in the morning. I need to sleep at some point."
"Okay, goodnight, Dan." Dan stood to leave, and walked by where Phil was sitting, and Phil grabbed his hand. He pulled him down so their faces were quite close, and ruffled Dan's hair.
"Goodnight, Phil."

~•~

"Dan, it's time to wake up!" Phil said as he lightly shook Dan. He just groaned in response. "C'mon, Dan. I made you breakfast."

Goddamit Phil, you've got me there.

He opened my eyes and sat up.
"What did you make?" Dan asked.
"Waffles!"
"You like bought batter and a waffle maker and made us waffles?"
"I already had the waffle maker, I brought it with me! My mum let me since she doesn't use it," Phil shrugged, basically dragging Dan out of his bed. "You know you could try to walk," Phil pointed out.
"Yeah, but I don't really want to," Dan said, letting Phil yank him by the hand, Dan's body sliding down the hallway.
"Well maybe you should try!"
"Nah, I'm good. This is funny, anyways."
"Funny to you," Phil grunted, eventually arriving at the kitchen. "You're gonna have to get up to sit at the table, I'm afraid," Phil said in a sourly sweet voice.
"No shit, Sherlock," Dan said as he sat up and stood up, only to sit down in a chair two feet away from him.

Before him were two large waffles, only slightly burnt.
"I wasn't sure if you liked syrup or not, so I just left it on the side," Phil said, sitting down across from Dan.
"No, that's great, actually. I don't like to put syrup on until after I cut them," Dan smiled, picking up his knife, going to work on his meal. Phil grinned, feeling accomplished with Dan's satisfaction. He watched as the other carved into the waffles, doused them in syrup, and ate them.
"Phil, these are great!" Dan exclaimed, mouth slightly full.
"Chew with your mouth closed, sweetie," Phil mocked.

Sweetie

Dan tried to brush off the remark, taking the 'sweetie' part of it as a joke.
"I can do what I want, mum!" Dan said in his generic teen voice. Phil mimicked a mother's voice simply by smoothing his over and making it less excitable.
"Daniel James Howell, I can tell you what to do because I am your mother!"
"OH MY GOD, MUUUUUM!" Dan yelled, slamming his fists down on the table,
"DANIEL! STOP CAUSING SUCH A RUKUS!"
"MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMM!"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM AND GET READY FOR WORK!" Phil shouted in his fake voice.
"You realize that literally entitles me to get my laptop, and that's it," Dan laughed, putting his dish in the sink and leaving the kitchen.
"It's still something!" Phil said, now following Dan through the hallway.
"Don't you have work?" Dan smirked as Phil's eyes filled with realization.
"SHIT!" He shouted, darting to his room.
"Jesus Christ, Phil, you literally decide your working hours, don't freak out!"
"Oh. Yeah. WELL I WANT TO GET AN EARLY START, OKAY?"
"Fine, fine, I won't stop you," Dan said, putting up his hands defensively. He returned to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, so he could properly wake up. He made one for Phil, too, and put it in a travel mug.

Phil darted through the kitchen, his socks sliding on the floor.
"Coffee for mister... Phil Lestker?" Dan said in his teenage girl voice, (more commonly known as the Becky voice) pretending to be a Starbucks worker that got the name wrong.
"It's Lester, I demand a refund!"
"No refunds, buddy."
"Fine! I'll leave then," Phil said, headed for the door.
"Phil. Shoes," Dan snickered, pointing to the other's socked feet.
"Right. I knew that," Phil laughed nervously, putting on his shoes, grabbing the car keys, taking his coffee and saying goodbye to Dan.
"Don't crash my car, Phil!"
"No promises!"
"I'M SERIOUS, PHIL! My parents aren't aware that they're still playing for the insurance!"
"I'll be careful! Talk to you later!" Phil shouted, slamming the door shut.

"Maybe," Dan said to himself in the dead silence of his home. He chuckled to himself, picking up his phone and going through some of his and Phil's old conversations.

Something else came to his mind, and out of curiosity, he unblocked his mother's phone number.

Here's a chapter since I was very inactive for a week.

Also, I stayed up until 3:30am last night and I woke up at 8:00, not even that tired. Should I be worried? I'm living off of 4 and a half hours of sleep.