Dans pov
Waffles... who the hell wouldn't sell waffles... waffles are fricken great... WHAT THE HELL.
Oh well we're heading towards target to get our own maker for Phils apartment. I still can't believe that he doesn't even own a god damn waffle iron....
The kiss came to dans mind as he thought about phil... it was mesmerising, amazing, everything and even more then what dan had imagined... the urge to kiss phil again was strong but he has to hold back because phil was driving and you can't really make out with someone while they're driving... can you?? Oh well.
I looked out the window and realised that we had just pulled up at the front of target...
"Oooooo were hereeee yaaaaay we can get wafflesssss" I says really childish.
"Yes we are here" phil laughed
Phil was so cute what the hell.. I stared into his ocean blue eyes, he was just so beautiful, I reached up and stroked the side of his face.
Phil leaned over and planted a short but loving kiss on my lips.
"Lets go get you a waffle maker" phil smiled as he got out of the car"
I didn't even realise that we had parked the car... oh well..
I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car closing the door behind me. Phil locked the car and walked over to me grabbing my hand. I looked down at our hands witched were linked together perfectly and smiled. He made me so happy...
We entered the shop and I let go of Phils hand and ran straight towards the kitchen section... yes... I actually ran...
I heard phil laugh behind me as a run off, i got to the isle and searched them very carefully for an god damn waffle iron.. phil eventually got here as I was starting to get annoyed because I couldn't find one.
"Oh my fucking god all I want is a fucking waffle iron god darnit!"
Phil comes over and grabs my hand squeezing it gently.
"Heyy hey it's okay calm down, well find one" he says assuringly.
"Be better" I grumbled
Phil walks off down one of the isles and OMG HE IS HOLDING A WAFFLE IRON!!!!
"OMGGGGGG YOU FOUND ONE YOU FOUND ONE FUCK YESSSS!!!!!"
I heard a gasp from behind us..
"Mummy he said a bad word!"
Oops there was a child behind us...
"Sorry" phil says to the mother of the child while laughing nervously..
"Lets go payyyyyyyyyyyy" I whined.
Okay lets go.
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We are currently at home, we got here 2 minutes ago and I'm trying to teach phil how to make the batter.
Grab the milk and pour in about 3/4 or a cup in please.
It's currently out 3rd batch we r trying to make.. we keep stuffing up or dropping the batter everywhere.
Phil puts in the milk while I put in a drop of vanilla essence into the mixture, once everything is in a grab the whisk and start beating the mixture.
"Phillyyyyyyy can you take over while I get the iron ready?"
"Okie dokie"
I get out the iron and sets it up, phil was sitting on the kitchen counter while I grab the mixture and pour it into the iron, once I closed the lid I head over to phil standing in the middle of his legs, there was a little bit of mixture on my hand so i wipe it on his face.
"Hay what was that for" phil laughs while whipping the batter off his cheek. I lean up and lick the rest of it off.
" what the hell" phil laughs while slapping my chest playfully.
"What it tastes good" I laugh.
"What's it taste like?" I walk over the the bowl and dip my finger in covering it and giving some to phil, he puts my finger in his mouth, his tongue slides on my finger turning me on a bit...
"Mmmm that is good"
I laugh and lean up and kiss Phils cheek before I walk off and take the waffle out of the iron.
I put it on a plate and put butter and syrup on it and hand it over to phil then putting another waffle in the maker.
I hand over a fork and knife to phil he takes them and goes to try it. He takes a bite and stops eating staring eyes wide.
"Do you like them?" I ask
"Like them?? God I love them! What the hell these are so good!"
"I told you waffles are great" I smile
I walk over and take out the cooled waffle and dressing it like Phils.
Mmmm time to eat my god damn waffle... finally...
We both laugh and continue eating the waffles while making small talk.
