I was sat on the edge of his bread as he called from the other room. All i can say is his family has dough compared to mine, but I guess that's not hard.
"What films do you like?" He yelled. I felt awkward sitting here by myself.
"umm, pretty much anything," I replied.
"Ever seen fight club?" He asked.
"Not a fan of Bread Pitt to be honest," he huffed in frustration, "wait do you have Naania?" i quickly added. He waltzed into the room holding up the film, alongside the slices of bread.
"film. check. snacks. check." He motioned for me to lay down. I awkwardly did so.
"I oat to tell you, I might rye sorry." I warned.
While Phil set up the movie I started looking at his room a bit more in depth. Some posters, plushies, a few manga sitting on his shelf and a piece of jam covered toast stuck to the ceiling. I also noticed a stack of CDs. Into a bit of rock and roll I see. Hot.
"While you're sorting that out, do you want me to break bread and crack a few jokes?" I giggled.
"No, Dan, please for the love of Crust-"
"whhhy was the baker in a panic?" I sang interrupting him. He stared at me trying to destroy me with his glaze.
"It was a loaf or death situation!!" I laughed. I could see him grinning before crumbing and laying next to me closely.
"Get bready" he whispered as the film began to play.
(My laptops broken sorry, can't update)
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I loaf you//Phan
FanfictionA Dan and Phil fanfic based off of bread puns and generic bread because I like Dan and Phil and I like bread. Take this as an opportunity to breaducate yourself
