Raspberry Kisses

Chapter 2

Phil

I woke up feeling much better than yesterday--like the one and only Phil. After eating some more pancakes, I grabbed my MacBook and plopped on the couch. The other day both Dan and I asked our fans for questions they'd like answered by us, truth or dare questions, and would you rather questions, so that we could film another “Phil Is Not On Fire” video. I started to scroll through them all as Dan continued to sleep. Normally I would bounce into his room and throw Totoro at him or something, but I knew he was probably exhausted from staying up with Carrie and saving me from my flight. I shook that groggy memory from my head and skimmed the questions.

'Dan-Would you let me kiss you if I found you on the streets?'

'Phil-I dare you to lick your foot' Oh god. They knew I hated feet and that would be why.

'Phil-Would you rather kiss Susan Boyle or lick pancakes off of Dan's chest?'

'Dan-I dare you to run through your neighbourhood naked.'

Our fans certainly are unique. I tend to enjoy the questions they give Dan just as much as I enjoy the questions they give me. Dan's are always a bit vulgar, whereas mine are about lions and raspberries, but Dan's reactions are so funny. Just at that moment Dan stumbled in. He was only wearing his pajama pants and his hair was tussled from sleep. He looked miserable, though, and for some reason I just wanted to make him laugh.

“Good morning, Danosaur! You ready to take on the day and a new 'Phil Is Not On Fire' video?” I asked cheerily.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, clearly still half asleep.

“I'll go make tea,” I said, and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He just nodded and sat down on the couch. I came back a few minutes later with the tea and saw Dan scrolling through my laptop, as I had been doing before.

“I love y--our fans,” he said, taking a mug of tea from me.

“Me too,” I agreed, sitting next to him and drinking from the other mug. “Do you think they would mind if we filmed in our pajamas? It is nearly Christmas, so that's almost an excuse?” I asked, laughing.

Dan smiled. “I'm sure everyone would love that.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Good god, Dan,” I laughed. “I'll go get the camera.” I got up and went to the bedroom, where we last left the camera. We sat on the floor, switched on the camera, and started the video.

“So, Dan, AwesomePossum42 wants to know if you would let her kiss you if she found you on the street,” I started. Dan spit out the tea he was drinking because he was laughing so hard. I joined the laughing fit. It wasn't actually all that humourous, but Dan's laughter was contagious. I lolled my head into his chest as I laughed, sending us both to the floor.

“Mmmm, wouldn't she love to know?” he finally got out, sitting up and making kissy lips. “Now Phil, this kind fan dares you to lick your foot.”

I swear I turned white. “Ahhh, don't make me! NO!!” I yelled as Dan ripped my sock off. He thrust my foot forward into my face as I yelled, causing my tongue to touch my foot. “EEEEEWWW! NO!!!” My face was scrunched up and I was wiping my tongue on my sleeve. Once I recovered by drinking all my tea I moved onto a Dan question. “Dan, would you rather kiss Phil or Susan Boyle?”

 Dan

Of course it’s you, Phil. But what the hell am I supposed to say?

I morphed my face into a thoughtful expression. “Susan Boyle,” I said after a few seconds.

Phil stuck out his tongue. “I’m a way better kisser than Susan Boyle.”

I looked at his lips and raised my eyebrows. “Wanna bet?”

I leaned in to kiss him.

He held my face. It grew hot at the touch of his hands. What the hell, Dan? What did you think was going to happen? 

“You can’t exactly kiss Susan Boyle, mate,” Phil said. He kissed me on the cheek anyway. It was quick, but still more heartfelt than the way I kissed Carrie. I was short of breath, and I couldn’t help grinning like an idiot. 

“Um,” I said. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I didn’t need to go. I just couldn’t think of anything else to do.

I locked myself in and sat down on the cold tile. I buried my head in my legs. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror.

“Shit,” I muttered. “What the hell was that?”

I stared at my reflection for another minute. I flushed the empty toilet and washed my hands. “Gotta call Carrie.”

I slunk off into my room, hoping Phil wouldn’t recognize my absence. I tapped on Carrie’s name in my contact list. She answered after a few rings.

“Dan,” she said, not sounding particularly thrilled to talk to me. “Hi.”

“Hi... I don’t know what to say...”

“Well, you’re the one who called me,” Carrie joked. “No, I know what this is about. I guess it’s a rule, when you’re on a date with a guy, you shouldn’t spend the entire night talking about another guy. Sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. We just aren’t really dating compatible,” I laughed. “We’re cool, though?”

“Absolutely. I’m going to talk to Alex later... and I hope you talk to Phil.”

I froze. “Phil? Talk to Phil? I talk to Phil all the time. What about?” I blurted out.

“I can tell.”

“I don’t even know if Phil can tell.”

“I think Phil fancies you too.”

“I don’t know. I’m scared.”

“I’m scared about Alex.”

“Maybe we can double date,” I said.

“If Alex even wants to date me.”

“It’s the most obvious thing in the world, Carrie, of course he wants to date you. I just wish I could be more sure about Phil. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to make anything awkward between us.”

“I can relate,” Carrie said.

I nodded, and then realized Carrie couldn’t see me nod over the phone.

“Well, best of luck to you and Alex,” I said.

“Thanks, and same to you and Phil.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“Okay, bye Dan!”

“Bye,” I hung up.

I walked into the living room. 

“You okay?” Phil said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just broke up with Carrie.”

“Oh,” Phil said, “I’m sorry, mate.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Alex?”

“Of course. She couldn’t shut up about him last night.”

“They’re perfect for each other. I don’t know why she dated you... No offense,” he quickly added. 

“None taken. They are perfect for each other... and there’s someone else I like, too.”

His expression dropped, and he looked like a despondent puppy. I wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t ready to tell him yet. He tried to put a smile on his face in recovery.

“Cool. You know, I like someone.”

“Who?” I asked, with every foolish hope that he’d say me.

“My lion,” Phil said, beaming and picking up the lion. He pretended to make out with it.

I grinned. Phil, you’re so perfect for me.