Closets are boring {phan}

Chapter 4

Phil-

"Hey Dan, do you wanna go to town today?" I yelled towards the bathroom while he was taking a shower and I was getting dressed. "Yeah that would be pretty fun!" A muffled voice yelled back. He came out of the shower with his hair looking like a wet curly mop. And I still hadn't put my contacts in and my hair was also messed up from putting my t-shirt on. When we were both dressed we were about to be out of the apartment when.... "Phil did you blow your candle out?" Dan asked me right before we stepped out of the door. "Oh Crap no wait right here for me!" I yelled as I ran back up the steps to blow out the candle. I ran back down and thanked Dan for reminding me. "Your lucky I'm here or you would've had a 50/50 chance of your flat catching on fire" he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. "Well your lucky I'm here because Or you wouldn't have someone to cry with while watching Your Lie In April" I said with a grin to match his. "Touché Mate" he said as we both headed toward the underground. I looked around. I saw homeless people and people who were barely surviving. I felt so thankful for my friends and my flat and my family. Especially Dan. I'm very thankful for Dan.

Dan-

I saw Phil looking around the underground at everyone. I could tell he was kind of feeling bad looking at the homeless people so I got his attention. "Phil! It's your turn to swipe your card" I said grabbing his shoulder. "Oh yeah I just kinda got lost in space there for a minute" he said with a smile. We both got on and took out or phones to play on. "I bet I could beat you at flappy bird" he said with his eyebrows raised. "You're on" I said while squinting my eyes with determination. Well by the time we got to our destination he had beat me 3 times and I had beat him 1 time. "Don't underestimate me" he said as he walked out of the door. "Yeah well I got one win so I didn't totally lose" I said, following him. "Whatever you still owe me some Starbucks when we get there" he said, shoving his phone in his pocket. We made a promise that the loser had to buy the winner Starbucks when they got into town. "Yeah yeah I know" I said, rolling my eyes. He's kinda cute when he's excited. Like every little bet he wins is like a little trophy in his mind. He just smiles because he knows that he was right and that he actually did something that got rewarded. I realized that I had just a slight little problem. I couldn't tell whether I love what he does or if I love him