Dan Lester and Phil Howell ✔️(Completed)

Love me a fringe

(Phil's p.o.v)

I sat up and pouted at Dan. "You're fine." He rolled his eyes, turning back to the laptop screen. "We're turning into eachother Dan!" I cried, he ignored me. I frowned and headed up to Dan's room.

I looked in the mirror, moving my (Dan's) fringe around repeatedly. Right. Left. Right. Left.

It felt natural on the right, but I was used to seeing Dan with his fringe to the left. "This is fucking pointless." I growled. Dan screamed.

"THAT'S A DOLLAR FOR THE SWEAR JAR!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"TWO DOLLARS FOR THE SWEAR JAR!"

"YOU'RE BANKRUPTING ME!" I laughed.

(in case youre lost, phils pov is phil in dans body, and dans pov is dan in phils body.)

I rolled my eyes at his childishness before leaving his fringe on the left. It suddenly felt.. natural. I got scared and flipped it to the right, but it felt weird. Left. Right. Left. Right.

At that moment Dan walked into the room in the same predicament. "How does this work?" He cried, flipping my fringe. Right. Left. Right. Left. "UGH!" He yelled, just leaving it on the right. I'd never seem him.. well.. myself.. so flustered.

An idea popped into my head. "It's Louise's birthday today! Want to make her some cards?" I asked excitedly. Dan rolled his eyes. "Don't you roll my eyes at me." I pouted, walking to the kitchen. Dan followed me, leaning on my shoulder. It was quite uncomfortable, since Dan's body is taller than mine, so I have to lean a little bit.

We sat down at the counter, Dan pulling out some paper, and me finally reaching the pencils that I couldn't in my body. We grabbed our pencils and started scribbling, before looking at our hands.

I was using my left, Dan was using his right. "OKAY THIS IS JUST SCARY." Dan shrieked, throwing the pencil across the room. I just continued to doodle, not really caring until Dan whined. "You're elbowing me!" He cried, pushing my arm away. I looked at my hand, seeing the pencil dust all over it, and my drawings smudged.

Dan laughed slightly, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Have fun being left-handed ALL THE TIME!" He started to snicker, but it came out as some cross between inhaling and laughing. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" Dan screamed, jumping onto the counter in fright. "I'm like a pug, I've got nasal issues." I smiled.

Dan then inhaled weirdly. "Is that you being happy?" He teased, I pouted.

"That was mean, Mr. Phil Lester." I smirked.

"Whatever, Mr. Dan Howell." He poked me in the ribs.

"Short."

"Posh."

"Stupid."

"REEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Dan screamed, I covered my ears. "Ow! You just broke the sound barrier." I whined, Dan shook his head. "That's what happens when you go fast you idiot!" He yelled. "Oh." I mumbled. "For God's sake!" He started to laugh.

(Doosh.)