Phan

2

Phil's POV

"So what do you wanna do now?" Dan asks.

"Mario Kart?' I suggest. Dan sprints towards the Wii and grabs the blue Wii remote, my favourite.

"Come on then, Phil," Dan says tauntingly.

"Daaaaaaaaaan! That's my favourite!"

"I know," I tackle Dan to the ground. I kiss his nose.

"Pleeeeease, Dan?"

"Or what?"

"Or... or... or no hugs for Dan," I know that Dan loves hugs and he couldn't live without them, "for a week," I add.

"Phiiiil! You're so mean!" Dan moans whilst passing me the remote.

I smile slightly at him and look into his chocolate coloured eyes. Isigh. Then I notice Dan is looking back at me and I blush.

"What? You're beautiful," I explain. Dan looks at me with a smirk then leans in slowly as if asking for permission. I lean towards him answering his unspoken question, our lips collide and my hand (that is not holding the remote) slides through his perfectly straightened hair.

I feel Dan smirk into the kiss and moves his hand to mine and slowly slides the remote out my hand and into his. I pull back and frown.

"No hugs for Dan!" I shout.

"You'll break, you love hugs just as much as I do," Dan replies, and it's true. I love his hugs. I keep my frown on.

"No I won't," I protest.

"Sure, Phil. Suuure."

Dan's POV

We sit and play Mario Kart for what seems like an hour but is actually 4 hours which brings us to 5pm. Shit. I booked a table for us in some fancy restaurant seeing as we haven't been on a date yet. The reservation is at 6pm.

"Phil, go get your nicest shirt and black jeans on. Quickly," I add when he doesn't move. Phil slowly stands up and pecks me in the nose before dragging himself up the stairs to his bedroom. I look down at my attire. I'm wearing baggy joggers and me pajama top. I sigh inwardly as I walk up the stairs and enter me bedroom.

It's a mess as usual and it takes five minutes to find a black button up shirt. I pull on black jeans and my outfit is complete. Just as I'm about to straighten my hair, Phil knocks in my door and walks in. He's wearing a white shirt with tiny blue flowers which really bring out his eyes and black jeans. He looks beautiful.

"Phil!" I shout at him trying hard to stay calm at the sight of him, "I could have been naked!"

"And that would have been bad?" Phil winks at me and I blush.  And people think he's innocent.

"You look so beautiful, Phil," I breathe out. Now it was Phil's turn to blush.

"No I don't. But you certainly do," Phil walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.

"HA! I SAID YOU WOULD BREAK!" I scream at him. Phil jumps back in surprise.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, DAN?" Phil shouts back at me, and then realisation sinks into his face, "OH! FU- FRUGGLY PUFFS!"

"I love your inability to swear, Philly," I poke his cheek and turn back the straighteners. I pick them up and I'm about to start when Phil pulls the plug out.

"Phiiiiil," I groan.

"Please don't straighten your hair, Dan. You looks so cute with hobbit hair," I frown at but leave my hair anyway.