Phil pov
I woke to the sound of things shuffling around in the kitchen... noticing that dan was gone I realised that it was obviously him trying to get something for breakfast.... but what the hell was he doing??
I got out of bed and wobbled around like a weirdo... my legs getting used to the fact that I'm using them again... I headed slowly to the kitchen, everything was quiet now... em everything was quiet except the small whisper/ mumbling of someone... i think it's dan complaining about not having a something maker....
I walk around the corner and see no one in the kitchen... weird... I followed the small sound of mumbles into the kitchen to find dan on the floor....
"Dan?... what the hell are you doing in the floor?" I ask laughing.
"Oh... morning phil ... uhhhh ....."
" WHY DONT YOU HAVE A WAFFLE MAKER WHAT THE HELLLLLLLL" dan whines.
"Uhh.. idk... I guess I just never make waffles... why?"
"Well I was hungry and I'm craving waffles so I was gonna make us some and like yeah but no.... you don't have an waffle maker so now the world is going to end." Dan states with a grumpy face.
I stop and think for a moment... "why don't we go out to a breakfast bar or something?
"I think there might be one a few blocks away."
"DO THEY SELL WAFFLES??!!" Dan jumps up like an happy child on Christmas morning excited to open the presents.
"Uhh I suppose so?"
"OOOOO LETS GOOOO!" Dan says while jumping up and down.
He looked so adorable... and cute.. phil steps closer to dan closing the gap a bit more...
Dan stoped and stood still looking into Phils blue eyes getting lost for words...
"Fuck it" dan says.
Before I could question what dan said he leaned forward closing the gap between them, smashing his lips on Phils...
