Dan x Phil stuff

Dan x Phil University Thingy

Oh boy

Phil, like many others, lives in an apartment near his university. His roommate (Dan) was one of his closest friends during secondary school, so when they got back in touch after college he said Phil could stay at his place since they were going to the same uni.
It's a good thing they're both doing music, Dan never goes to lectures and always asks his roommate to take notes for him while he makes a mess in their apartment; In his 'spare time' he does wood work or something creative after watching a YouTube tutorial for something ridiculous.
"Dan, what are those?"
"These are my shades, if you don't like them, I'll make you a pair" Dan replied, jokingly, then added "Actually you're getting a pair anyway"
"What!?" Phil wasn't too fond of pointy 'ironic' triangular shades that look like they were ripped straight out of an anime; "Can't you make normal sunglasses?"
"Of course I can't" Dan said, after which Phil left to go do homework he had gotten, which reminded him: "Oh...by the way, we got homework," he shouted over his shoulder,
"What is it?"
                                         
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"Dude it's raining!"
Phil almost shouted over the phone; he had just stepped outside from a lecture, and already he regretted he hadn't brought a coat (or at least a jacket) with him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, maybe stop drawing comics a-"
"It's Manga!"
"Stop drawing Manga and come pick me up? Please..?"
"Sorry Phil, no can do ; I haven't got a driving license, hahaha-"
"Thanks." There was a hint of sarcasm in in voice before Phil hung up.
About five minutes later, there's a knock on the door. "Coming," Dan peels himself away from his 'work' to open the door, and sees Phil standing there soaking wet. Even his eyes are- oh wait...
"What happened to you?" He asks, like he doesn't know. Phil just growls and shuffles to the bathroom to dry off.
In the morning Dan had made Phil some hot cocoa, as a-sort of- apology for the night before. "Uh... Thanks."
"Not a problem," he says with a wink and a grin. Phil laughs.

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"What are you doing!?"
"Making those shades you wanted so much,"
Phil groaned. "What tool are you using that makes that terrible sound!?"
"A saw," Dan replied in the sweetest voice he could muster, "Hehe, you're gonna love it when I start sanding this!"
Phil just stood there for a couple of seconds, speechless. Then- VVVVVVVRREEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH- Dan started sanding (and laughing) before he could reply.
In half an hour or so, Phil heard a certain someone knock on his door. He then opened his door for Dan to immediately hand him a pair of pointy shades.
"Oh, wow!"
"Are you surprised?"
"These actually look...kinda cool"
"Really?" Dan asked, Phil could see the look in his eyes, the hopeful look that kids give right before you tell them something isn't real.
"In an ironic way, of course," he says, putting on the shades.
"Cool." His face fell into a grin, "I'm gonna go make some lunch." Dan
finger-gunned Phil and made his way to the cupboard "Hey, that's my thing" Phil muttered under his breath. Dan opened the cupboard "GASP! Why ARN'T there any pot noodles!?" Hr shouted, shocked.
"Because I know how to cook." Phil replied smugly.
"I don't!"
"Let me help then!"
"No! I-I don't need y-your help! B-BAKA!!"
"What?" Phil doesn't know Japanese, he learned Korean instead.
Dan let out a sigh, running his fingers through his brown hobbit hair.
"Stupid (or idiot) in... you guessed it: Japanese!"
"Alright! I'm coming in to teach you."
"FIINNEE. Just please don't take over and not let me do anything, like every other time you try to help me do stuff."
"Deal!"
And then, they made actual ramen (Phil had pre-made parts of it to make the process quicker)
"How is it?"
"Oh mh ghd! Vith ith *slurp* incredible!"
"(Yessss!) so no more pot noodles, 'k?"
Dan nodded vigorously.
BANGBANGBANG!!!
"Yes? Hello?" Dan dropped his chopsticks and went to answer the door, before Phil stopped him.
"Dude, you can't just answer the door straight away! Watch, and learn: "WHO IS IT?"
No response. "HEY! WHO IS IT?"
This time the doorbell rang. Phil looked through the little hole in the door to look at the person, and to see if they were still there. They were too tall to see their face, and it wasn't the postman, so they didn't answer he door.
"Hey!"
"AH! They talked!?"
"Dan! Shshshhshh!"
"I know you're in there, OPEN UP!!"
"Okay but who are you?"
"Your classmate. OPEN UP!" So they opened the door.
"Oh hey Candice."
"Phil how do you know her!?"
"Unlike a certain someone, she always shows up to lectures."
Dan groaned. "Ok, but why are you here? How are you here?"
"I have my ways." And by that Candice meant she went to the apartment block and knocked on every door until she found Dan and Phil's place, 413. "Oh, and I missed the lecture this time, so do we-"
"Ha!"
"Dude!"
"Sorry..."
"SO do we have any homework?" She asks, ignoring Phil's... Interesting sunglasses hanging from his jumper.
"Yeah. Want me to help?"
"Please!"
"Alright, so-"
"Mind if I join?" Dan didn't even knock on the door.
"Yes." Candice's expression dropped at the sight of him. Dan left to his own room. "What's her problem..?" He muttered under his breath. He flopped onto his bed and stayed there for a while, thinking. Thinking about what he could've done to annoy Candice, besides interrupting her. Is....is she envious of their friendship? Doesn't she have a roommate in the university's accommodation? "*GASP*" is she alone in an apartment in this block? No, he's never seen her here. Then again, he's never seen anyone else here before, besides Phil. "Phil is my best friend. Not her's..." He muttered under his breath.
"Hehehehe," -What are they laughing about!? "I'm going to have a look" Dan walked over to his his friend's room, and put his ear to the door...
"So... Any questions?"
"What!? Phil's never been so... So... I can't even- Ghah!" He exclaimed in a whisper. Phil has been nice and helpful before, but that's not the point here.
"What are those numbers at the front for again?"
"Oh, those? They're the beat... Counter... Thingy... Err... Okay! So y'know those ones are both four?"
"Yeah?"
"That means there's four counts in a bar, see?"
"Ohhh. Thanks!"
"No problem!"
"Blegh. It feels like she's been here for... Forever... Ughh." So Dan checked the time: "09:30!? We were gonna watch a movie together at 9!"
"See ya!"
"Later!"
"Crépes! Gotta go fast!!" Dan  bolted to his room, but she still heard him, and stopped him before he could pretend to be asleep. "Hey!"
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry for earlier, it's just..."
"I'm all ears."
She suddenly dropped her sweet tone: "Phil's mine. I don't care how close you two are, he will be mine!" Candice left quickly after that.
Dan waited at Phil's door.
"Hey dude!" He was smiling, he had no idea.
"Phiil!! We missed the movie!!!"
"Really?" Dan showed him his watch. "Oh no! Dan, I'm sorry"
"*Sigh* it's... It's fine. But she is out to get me, Phil."
"Who is?"
"Candice!!" It took a minute for that to sink in.
"Hold on, what!?"
"Dude this is important! Do you have ANY feelings for her!?"
"No!!"
"Phew! But you gotta tell her! She wants you for herself, and me out of the picture!!"
"I'm sure she doesn't."
"That was the homework from class, not the lecture from yesterday! She lied to your face!!"
"She still needed help for the homework."
"It was an excuse to see you!!"
"It's nothing you wouldn't do."
"Fair point. Except I wouldn't threat people!!"
"She threated you?"
"Can't you see what she said was a threat!?" Tears were in his eyes now.
"(What did she say..?) Are you... Dan, you're not jealous of Candice, are you?"
"I *sniff* I..."
"Look. There's nothing between me and her, okay?"
"*snifle* okay..."
"C'mon Dan..." Craig wiped away Dan's tears, and the two hugged for the first time in years. ((Woohoo gay cuddles-I mean what, they're best friends what ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ))