Dan & Phil Oneshots

Shower Duets

(Dan's POV)

"Yo listen up here's a story

About a little guy that lives in a blue world

And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue

Like him inside and outside

Blue his house with a blue little window

And a blue corvette

And everything is blue for him

And himself and everybody around

'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen!"

Singing in the shower is one of my favorite pastimes. I can't sing that well, but the running water covers it up...

Or so I thought. Before I had the chance to continue onto the chorus, I heard a faint voice chiming in after me.

"I'm blue da ba dee da ba daa

Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa

Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa"

I paused a bit before singing again, this time a little bit louder. As I sang, I could hear the man on the other side of the wall singing along with me. By the time the song was over, I had finished up and turned off the water. Not knowing exactly what to say, I loudly said, "Well, good duet!"

I heard a muffled, "You too!" from the other side, making me smile a bit as I turned off the lights and exited the bathroom.

~

The next night, I stepped into the shower, wondering if the same thing would happen again if I sang. So, naturally, I decided to test it.

"Ma-Ya-Hi

Ma-Ya-Hu

Ma-Ya-Ho

Ma-Ya-Ha Ha

Ma-Ya-Hi

Ma-Ya-Hu

Ma-Ya-Ho

Ma-Ya-Ha Ha"

I couldn't hear a response from him, so I decided to continue on, sadly settling for a solo this night instead of a duet.

"Hello, Salute, it's me, your Duke

And I made something that's real

To show you how I feel."

Faintly, but still there, I could hear the man continue on, singing, "Hello, Hello, it's me Picasso I will paint my words of love with your name on every wall."

For the second night in a row, we created mildly-traumatizing music together through a wall. I was getting into it, but unfortunately, my voice cracked during the chorus. I heard laughter through the wall, making me blush as I desperately attempted to get the song back on track. He followed along, but once I turned off the water, I heard him say, "Lovely voice crack you had."

I rolled my eyes and walked out, coming back in almost immediately to yell a quick "See ya!" before I got dressed and went to bed.

~ 

The third night, I got home from work and collapsed on the couch. No sooner had I taken my first relaxed breath when I heard a knock on the door. Groaning, I stood up and walked over. I opened up the door to see-hello beautiful blue eyes and black hair!

He looked about my age. Pale. Tall, but not as tall as me. He was cute. Those genes have combined beautifully.

"Hello. I don't know if you know this, but I'm the person you have the nightly shower duets with. Thought I'd introduce myself to you. I'm Phil."

I could tell he was shy, but he smiled up at me, looking at me with those piercing blue eyes through his eyelashes.

"Wow! Hello! I'm Daniel. You can come in if you want to."

He stepped in, looking around with a small smile on his face. I wish I could say I totally didn't check out his butt when I shut the door behind him, but what can I say? He's an attractive guy and I'm thirsty.

"I love your apartment. It's very space-themed."

"Yea. I also got quite a deal from Ikea."

"Really? Wow."

"I live for aesthetics."

"Mine is plant themed. I hate to say it, but I have a problem with buying houseplants."

"That's not bad!"

"Most of them die."

"Oh," I said.

He did a half-snort, still standing in the same place as when he first entered. I motioned for him to sit on the couch while I went into the kitchen to fix us drinks. I poured a glass of Ribena, and after calling out to Phil, poured second glass for him. I sat back down next to him and handed him the glass, smiling as he eagerly gulped it down.

"Ah," he said, wiping off his mouth with his thumb. "I am always a sucker for Ribena."

I smiled, entranced by this beautiful boy who's addicted to Ribena.

"You know, I always have Ribena around. So, don't be afraid to come over again. If you want. Um."

He laughed, setting the glass down on the coffee table before turning to me and responding, "I'd like that a lot, Daniel."