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Bad day-Phan(Part 1)

By:wasting words on lower case and capitals
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Prompt: phan fic where Dan has had a very bad day at college and goes to Phil’s house for the usual round of video games and Phil, uh, makes it better?

  “Today sucked,” Dan announced with a big huff, after letting himself into my flat and collapsing on the couch. His head was rested on the arm of the sofa, and his feet lay on my lap.
  “Why?” I asked, holding back my giggle. Dan’s face was so pouty and his eyebrows were all furrowed, like a displeased child who wasn’t allowed a second ice-cream. Dan looked at me as if I should know, and then huffed again. 

  “It was raining,” he stated, touching one finger to another as he began to list off his points. “I stepped in a puddle on my way to my lecture, I forgot my laptop so I had to write my notes, the kid next to me had some fucking breathing problem or something and whistled with every inhale, and when I left to get a coffee they’d fucking run out. It’s a coffee shop for fucks sake!” he exclaimed, giving up on his little counting routine and flailing his arms in annoyance. I swallowed my giggle, but it was harder to hide my smile. 
  “That sucks Dan,” I said, trying to sound empathetic and patted his ankle lightly. He shot me a look, his eyes ablaze. 
  “Phil, it’s not funny,” he told me sternly, which only made me giggle more. He sat up a bit and punched me on the arm, making me cringe away from him but didn’t stop my laughs.
  “Phil!” he whined, sitting up more so he could continue punching my arm, this time using both of his fists. “It’s. Not. Funny,” he told me, but my laughter was infectious and he caught the bug. He eventually ended up curled up, his forehead resting on my upper arm and his legs bent over mine.

When we’d calmed down he punched me again, lightly this time. 
  “It’s not funny,” he said in a mopy voice, and I could tell he was pouting again.
  “I’m sorry,” I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his back and pulling him in to an awkward side hug. I kissed his head and patted his back a little. “It is kinda funny though,” I told him in a small whisper as I leant my cheek on the top of his head. He nodded, giggling lightly.
  “Yeah, I suppose it is,” he agreed. “But shh,” he added. We sat in silence for a while, with me staring out the window at the clouds going by, and him staring at… whatever was in line with his sight. Probably his own legs.
  “Want to play Mario?” I offered after a while, as that’s why he usually came over. To unwind and de-stress with the overly easy task of beating me at a game. He was silent for a while, and cleared his throat before answering.

  “Phil?” he questioned, as if I wasn’t paying attention, or as if we weren’t in a conversation.
  “Uh, yes Dan?” I said, slightly perturbed.
  “You know those few times that we, er, helped each other out?” he asked me timidly. I turned pink, and was glad his head was tucked under mine. What he spoke of was ages ago, before we were properly ‘best friends’. 

  “Mmmyeah?” I asked quietly, wondering if he was going with this where I assumed he was going. He was silent for a few more moments, before nudging my head up a little.
  “You’re not going to make me ask, are you?” he giggled sheepishly, and I could hear the slight nervous tone to his voice. I bit the inside of my lip, did I really want to go there again? It took me all of a second to make up my mind. I could never say no to Dan.

I wound my hand in his hair gently and tugged his head up so I could see his face. It was laced with worry, his eyes a little bigger than normal.
  “No,” I said, and his face fell. I giggled a little, and knocked my forehead into his. “No I’m not going to make you ask,” I clarified and kissed his nose. He chuckled along with me, punching my arm again with about as much force as a elderly woman.
  “You’re such twat Phil,” he muttered. I ignored that comment and pushed him back into the couch, eventually getting into a position so he was lying back on the couch and I was in between his arched legs. 
  “Are we…?” I asked, trailing off due to lack of not wanting to voice it out loud. I looked at his lips pointedly and then back to his eyes, and raised my eyebrow. We only kissed properly one or two times when we used to do this, and I never really got a gauge for whether he preferred it or not.