Best Friends (Phan)

Phil's Philglobe (haha, see what I did there?)

Dan's POV

I woke up early the next day- well, earlier than usual, my case. The sun was shining brightly, too bright for my taste. It was warm for an early spring day in London, and the sky was a pinkish- yellowish color. In the silence I could hear the faint sound of what I made out to be birds chirping.

I turned to Phil, who was still sound asleep. My first instinct was to wake him up, but being the dickhead I am, I decided not to. So instead I just sat there, watching him sleep.

It's true what they say; people do look younger when they're asleep.I watched his body move up and down with every breath, a gentle snore escaping his mouth, his lips were slightly parted, and his hands were clenched into fists near his head. I've never seen anyone look so tense, yet peaceful when in a state of slumber. Actually, I've never seen anyone in a state of slumber, really.

"Hey, Phil?" I whispered shaking him gently. "Phil, wake up."

"Hmm?" Phil said sleepily, slowly opening his eyes. "Oh, good morning, Dan."

"'Morning, Phil."

"How long have we been asleep?"

I shrugged. " A while."

"Oh," he said, then turned to look at the sky. " Pretty, huh, Dan?

"What? Oh, yes, the sky is very pretty. "

We said nothing to each other for a few minutes, then Phil said "Would you rather we stay here, looking at the sky, or we can go home?"

I thought for a second. "Go home."

"Okay, then," Phil said, holding out his hand. I stood still for a second, staring at him.

"Are you going to take it, or what?" Phil grinned. I hesitated. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if I should.

Phil frowned." C'mon, Dan, don't leave me hanging."

" Okay," I said, and took Phil's hand. "Let's go home, Phil."

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" Come on, you HAVE to see this," Phil said, dragging me down the stairs.

"Fine, but can you let go of me? My skin's turning red because you're gripping my arm really tightly."

" Sorry," Phil blushed. " I'm just really excited."

" Well if you're that excited, whatever you're showing me has to be good."

Finally we came to a stop. In front of me was a door, the one that was usually locked for some reason. I had the feeling I was about to see why.

"Well?" I asked impatiently.

"It's inside here. I have to unlock it first. Don't be in such a rush." I rolled my eyes.

Phil fiddled with his keys, jamming them into the lock one after the other, before twisting the final one and suddenly, the door slammed open.

"Wow-cough cough, this is... interesting."

The room was filled with some rather unusual stuff, including a weird portrait of some woman from the 18th century- I swear, her eyes seemed to follow me around- and...

"Aah!" I jumped back, crashing into a life- sized Buffy cardboard cutout. "Sorry, Buffy."

Phil giggled. "I see you met Susan 2."

Susan 2 was a fish. A dead fish. On a wall. With big, beady eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. But not mine, because I don't have one, but still. Well, looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight.

I looked at him in awe." You mean there's another one?!"

"Yep. Oh look, it's Susan 5! Isn't she adorable?"

I grimaced so hard it probably looked like I was about to cry, and I actually might've if I wasn't so good at controlling my emotions."How many are there?"

"About 26."

"But why?"

"Why not?"

I continued to look around. "Where does one even go about finding these things?"

"Flea market."

"Makes a lot of sense."

Phil stopped, then turned around and gave me this really weird smile. I flinched. "Are you ready for this?" he yelled, taking out a box.

"Considering what I just saw, no, I'm not ready for this."

Phil punched me in the shoulder, which surprisingly hurt. I was not aware that precious little Phil could hurt anyone. I was also not aware that Phil was into eccentric miscellaneous shit. Guess there's a lot of stuff I didn't know about Phil. Hmm.

"Haha, Dan you're so funny." Phil laughed so hard that he started to wheeze.

"I don't remember making a joke."

Phil frowned. " Yeah, whatever. Look!" He held a wooden box in front of my face.

"Uh, cool, what exactly am I looking at, Phil?"

"Open it," Phil ordered, with an annoyed tone, as if it were obvious. So I did.

Inside was a snow globe. Engraved on the snow globe was 'to Phil Lester, 2003. In the snow was a black haired boy, assumably young Phil, with a dog.

"You used to have a dog?" I asked Phil.

"No, but I want one. A corgi, maybe." I was taken aback by the corgi part. I suddenly remembered that someone once told me they wanted a corgi. But who? And why's it such a big deal that I had to remember it? But I couldn't help but wonder nonetheless.

"A corgi, huh?"

"Yeah. But I don't think I'd be able to afford to get one."

Suddenly, I remembered that Phil told me he wanted a dog while we were at the casino. " Maybe I can get you one."

Phil shook his head. "No, you can't. It's not that I don't have the money, or anything, it's that the landlord doesn't allow pets. But thanks for the offer." He forced a smile.

" Oh."

"We should get going." Phil said, standing up.

"Phil?"

Phil sighed. "What Dan?"

"Thanks for showing me the, you know."

"You're welcome. Now get out, or I'll lock you in here."

Oh no, no way I was going to be trapped with Susan 2 all night. "HELL NO, I'm getting outta here!"

Phil laughed. "I knew you were gonna say that. Now, cheese or pepperoni?"