Shivers // Phan

9

Dan

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     I woke up early and took a shower, Phil doing the same soon after i got out of the shower. Since Phil was in the bath, i decided to make breakfast, and not cereal... and actual breakfast for once. I got out some ingredients and started following a recipe for pancakes. phil likes pancakes so i thought it would be appropriate since i want to make today all about him. Once finished with the pancakes i set a plate of them in the middle of the table. I grabbed the syrup and placed it next to the plate, grabbing the silverware and dishes, setting the table. I started on the drinks, i know Phil enjoy's coffee more than tea, so i started making some coffee. While phil's coffee brewed i poured myself some milk, and i stole some of the creamer and poured a bit into the milk, stirred it, and set it next to my plate. Milk and coffee creamer was a secret habit of mine, i don't really like milk, but nobody knows that because i sneak creamer into it every time. Just as i had finished i heard the water stop running. I smiled anxiously, serving myself some pancakes and taking a few bites off it, i wanted to wait for phil, but i didn't want to be suspicious. 

     About 5 minutes later phil emerged from the bathroom, stomping down the stairs. He had his contacts in again since he could get them in his eyes again without hurting himself. However, he looked half dead when i saw him get off the staircase. His eyes had dark bags underneath and and his dripping wet hair was unbrushed, strands going in different directions  and his fringe sticking to his face, draped over the top of his eye. He had tracked water everywhere from his hair AND the soaked socks on his feet... and another thing..... he was shirtless. 

"Uh... Phil?"

"Ye?"

"Your uh..... your aware you have no shirt on right?"

"Ye."

"And your hair isn't brushed..."

"I know"

"And the socks full of water that are on your feet . . ."

"Ye- . . . wait... what !?!?!"

He looked down at his feet and let out the most aggravated groan i've ever heard come from his mouth, it almost sounded in-human as he grabbed his socks and chucked them into the laundry room, coming over to the table and sitting down... noticing the pancakes.

"D-Dan !!! you made pancakes!?!?!?"

"U-Uh.. yeah..." i spoke, staring at his stomach in amazement and shock at what i saw. He must have caught me staring because his face flushed red as he walked casually upstairs, coming back down with a robe on.

"P-Phil . . . . "

"Y-Yeah?" his face flushed

"You have . . . y-you have abs?!?!?!"

"Uh . . . y-yes . . "

"How!!! and since when?!?!"

"U-Uh.. remember how every sunday i used to go 'eat lunch' with pj?"

"YOU MADE ME JEALOUS OVER A FAKE LUNCH ?!?!?"

"Well, yeah basically... i didn't think you'd want to go to the gym with us..."

"Noooo, but... i WAS jealous over a LUNCH !!!"