Fanboys // Phan

Twenty Seven

dan admired phil as his eyes were focused on the road. his pale skin glowed against the light. he fell more and more in love with phil every second he stared at him. his raven hair shone, his ocean blue eyes glistened.

he looked down at his hand, seeing it intertwined with phil's hand. they haven't let go.

"aaaand, we're home! welcome to la casa kendall and lester," phil smiled as he pulled into the parking spot. phil reluctantly let go of dan's hand, so they could both get out of the car.

"nice," dan nodded, stepping out of the car. "wow, i met you literally twenty minutes ago, and now i'm meeting chris, who is in love pj. i'm not prepared, honestly," he grabs his bags from the back seat. he's carrying all of it in his right hand.

"but you were prepared to meet me?" phil laughed, walking over to dan. he slips his hand in his.

"nope. lead the way, cutie," dan winked at phil as he rolled his eyes. he giggled when he saw the amusement in phil's face.

"come on, small one," phil smiled, knowing making dan feel short made him annoyed.

"i'm not small! i'm a strong, tall manly man. so manly and masculine with my thighs highs-"

"do you actually have thigh highs?" phil asked, intrigued with dan's confession. they both started heading to the elevator to the apartment.

"shut up, you'll see that later, nerd," dan laughed as they enter the elevator. the doors closed slowly, leaving time for dan to look up at phil.

"later? are you gonna try to have the sex with me? i'm not opposed to it, but-" dan shoved the taller boy as he laughed. his face was bright red.

"you little shit," dan screeched, letting go of phil's hand. "you're absolutely terrible, and i hate you."

phil smiled and grabbed the bottom of dan's shirt. he tugged the boy towards him, their bodies becoming extremely close together. "you love me," he whispered, placing his other hand onto dan's cheek. he looked down at dan's lips, staring at the boy as he licked his own.

dan became a speechless, flustered mess. "i- um- uh- ye-" the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. it revealed a smiling chris with his phone facing them.

"hah! i knew it! you guys are fucking!" he yells, recording the whole thing. dan drops his bags and runs out of phil's grasp and tackles chris.

"you little bitch," he says, punching chris lightly.

chris chuckles, patting dan's shoulder. "hello to you, too, daniel. how's fucking my best friend?-" dan interrupts chris.

"excuse me!" dan screeches again, "that man is my best friend."

chris smiles. "he's really whipped, yeah?" chris asks phil, raising his eyebrows. when phil nods, dan's mouth opens wide.

"i am not whipped! if anyone's whipped, it's phil," he accuses, getting off of chris. he stands up and scoffs. "who was obsessed with me for two days before he even attempted to befriend me?"

phil blushes and shoves dan, "eat a cock; you were the one who sent me n-" dan throws his hand over phil's mouth.

"we do not speak of that," he winks. "that's for your eyes only."

"yeah, yeah. let's go and get you settled in." phil grabs dan's hand. the three of them walk in silence over to the apartment.

"phil yelled at me until i cleaned everything, so welcome," chris announced as he opened the door for the two boys.

"nice place," dan commented, placing his bag down next to the door. "i'm excited to eat all your food!"

phil smiled fondly at the boy. "that's adorable," he said to himself, amazed by dan.

dan's cheeks burn. "shut up, nerd. take my bags to your room," phil rolls his eyes and grabs dan's bags.

"you're lucky i love you," he mutters as he walks out of the room.

"remind me again, why aren't you two dating?" chris asks, motioning for dan to follow him into the kitchen. "i know for a fact that if you two dated, you'd get married and have weird love babies." they both walk to the kitchen, "seriously, you two are perfect for each other." chris starts taking food out of the fridge.

dan fidgets with his hair, looking at chris awkwardly. "i don't k-know.. i'm just overly paranoid; he'd have to be the one to ask me out. he's amazing, everything i want. he makes me feel so loved and accepted. he helped me through such a difficult time. i just love him so much; i don't know what i'd do without him," he says quietly, avoiding chris' gaze.

chris stops. "that's the cutest shit i've ever heard," he smiles, "you're so in love."

dan blushes. "christopher! stop that nonsense immediately," he jokingly punches chris' arm. "i am not in love; i'm just severely infatuated to the point of wanting to be with him all the time and always thinking about him. it's not like i've written whole stories based on what i've imagined me and him doing," he said unconvincingly.

chris chuckled and rolled his eyes, "whatever you say, daniel."