Phan

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Dan's POV

We decided to go on a double date with Peej and Chris to Nandos. We have a table reserved for tonight at 7pm, it's only 7am just now so we have plenty of time. I really don't want to move from Phil's loving arms but I can hear my stomach grumbling. I guess Phil heard it too as he moves and pokes me in the cheek.

"You're hungry," he states. I barely have time to nod before he jumps up until he realises he's just wearing boxers. He quickly rushes to get his dressing gown. Phil turns around and I wink at him, causing him to blush.

"Make me pancakes!" I shout like a 2 year old

"Only if you make them with me," Phil replies.

"But that involves moving!" I moan.

" You can't just stay in bed all day!" Phil states.

"Just. Watch. Me."

"Well then, no pancakes," Phil knows my love for pancakes will take control.

"UUUUUHHHHHGGGGG!" I groan and throw myself out of bed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you loved pancakes more than you love me," Phil jokes, I frown.

"I do," I stick my tongue out at him.

"Oh, ha ha," Phil replies, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Come on then, babe," I say whilst grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen.

I go to the cupboard and pull out the pancake mix. We never leave a shop without getting pancake mix.

Now, when we are in the kitchen me and Phil have some sort of telepathy like in that advert. So whilst Phil is getting the frying pan out, I throw the bottle of pancake mix at him and he catches it, I put the gas on there hob and Phil throws the pan on the hob and unscrews the lid of the bottle. He pours the mix on the pan like a pro.

"Let's make these pancakes!" Phil shouts excitedly.

After we have made the pancakes we pour maple syrup over them and stuff them in our faces.

"Mmm, thesrsogud," Phil mumbles through pancakes.

"Whut?" I ask, my mouth also stuffed with the delicious food. Phil chews for a while then gulps down the pancakes.

"These are so good," he repeats, I nod in agreement, trying to savour every last bite. I look at my watch expecting to see the hour hand at 11 or 12. BUT NO!

"Oh God!"

"No, just me," Phil mumbles quietly.

"It's 3pm and we still have to get dressed and we need to get to Chris and PJ's at 4!" I start gobbling down the rest of my food.

"Dan, Dan! Calm down!" By the time Phil has said the last word, I'm already picking up his empty plate and dumping it on the table because I can't be bothered to put it in the dishwasher.

Phil rushes over to me and envelopes me in his arms.

"Are you calm now, Dan?" Phil whispers in my ear.

"Kind of," I reply quietly.

"Good, now why the rush? Hmm? We have an hour before we're supposed to be at Chris and PJ's house so just relax, okay?"

"Okay."

"So, why were you rushing?" I blush.

"Well, I just wanted to look good for our double date," I mumble, "You know, straighten my hair n stuff."