Broken//Phan

Ch. 42

[Dan POV]

"Motherfu- NO! I refuse!" I hear Phil's innocent giggles. I scream at him as he bumps me out of the way, overtaking me.

"Peach, why you do this? I- NO PHIL!" I hear the theme song chime, telling us someone's finished the race. I cross the finish line, a blue '3rd' in the corner of my screen. I glance over to Phil's screen, a golden '1st' in the corner, a smug look on his face.

The ceremony at the end of the Grand Prix plays, Phil in first whilst I'm in second.

"Five points Phil. Five!" I hold up my hand, pushing on his nose.

"Told you I'd beat your ass." Phil's slightly northern accent echo's through the room, sounding slightly nasal. I giggle slightly, removing my hand.

"Now what?" Phil turns to face me as he asks. He giggles. "We've literally played everything we fucking can on this game."

"I don't know, man."

"We should go get coffee, or hang around town as it's your last week here." He trails off, face dropping, obviously sad.

"Okay, Philly. Let's make it the best week of our lives."

"Best week if our lives so far." Phil giggles, mocking Homer Simpson.

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"But Dan!" Phil says in a whiny voice, dragging put the 'n'. I take another sip of my mocha, staring at him, unamused. "It's adorable!"

"I look like a fucking cleaning utensil."

"Da-"

"Nope."

"It's adorable!"

"You have the fucking worst straighteners."

"It's so curly and - Aw!" He covers his mouth, face growing a rosy pink.

"It's so curly and - Ew!"

"You mocking me, Howell?" I feel my cheeks grow hot.

"M-maybe I am."

"Well then. I - Oh my god! Just had an idea!" He begins digging through the satchel we brought with us.

"Oh god." I sigh as he pulls out a small black case.

"Try these on!" Phil shouts eagerly, passing me the pair of glasses out of the case.

Thank god there's like, no one here.

"Why do you just carry these around?" I open up the spectacles, seeing already how strong the prescription is.

"Just in case I have an accident with my contacts. Now, go on!" I sigh, sliding them onto the bridge of my nose, eyes widening instantly.

"My - You are blind!" Everything around me turns blurry instantly. I can barely make out figures. Everything is kind of mixed into one.

"Pull a pose." I hear a giggle from where my muscle memory says Phil is sat. I notice a mix of black, white and blue, assuming it's Phil.

I rest my hand under my chin, pulling a smile, feeling slightly awkward.

"'Right you can take them off now." I pull them straight off my face, almost throwing them. My eyes feeling relieved, I notice Phil smiling down at his phone.

"What? Philly has a boyfriend?" A light shade of pink covering his cheeks, shaking his head. He flips his phone over, to see a picture of me with hobbit hair and glasses, an awkward smile on my lips as I look away from the camera.