Fandom One-shots

Kiss Cam (Phan)

A/N: So, I wrote this a while ago; before they came out. And I want to clarify something. I 100% support them and that huge leap of faith they took with all of us. That's why I initially took down this chapter. However, while I do think they would be an amazing couple, I don't assume or require that of them. I still love them and they have still made a massive, positive impact on my life without needing to be involved romantically. Personally, I don't care who they love, as long as they are happy. And I know, in whatever way Dan and Phil know each other — be it platonically, romantically, or otherwise — they are happy as they are. And really, that's all that matters. Cause, as long as they're happy, I'm happy. So, all I'm asking is that you be respectful of all that they've wished. Thank you.

Dan giggled as they pull the hoodies up closer around their face. It was their last day in Atlanta for Interactive Introverts, and they were making the most of their time. Thus, a Braves game. They were trying to go a bit undercover, keep on the low side of the excitement. Of course Dan and Phil loved their fans, they meant everything to them . . . but they rather wanted to spend their last day here in as much peace possible. Of course, they practically screamed British, and that drew attention. Attention meant people watched them more . . . and it meant more people were likely to recognize them.

Dan had his shoulders flipped forward to try and make himself shorter and blend into the crowd. Both he and Phil were much taller than most people and stood out. "What if someone sees us?" Dan asked with a slight giggle as they headed up the stairs to the back row of the stands.

"Well, then they see us. I suppose we have an obligation now, don't we?" Dan nodded and followed Phil, the hot air getting to him.

"Wait, Phil, we've got about half an hour till it starts, do you wanna get something to drink or eat or whatever first?" Phil looked back at Dan in excitement.

"Popcorn?" He asked, giddy.

The younger man laughed, they were both adults, but they still acted like children when they could; and honestly, they could care less. "Popcorn." Dan agreed, turning around and thundering down the steps, Phil in his wake. They slowed down once they got back out into the crowded mezzanine. "Alright, what do you want more: popcorn or something cold?" Phil stroked his chin with sarcastic thoughtfulness before saying,

"How about we get something cold, and then grab the popcorn on the way back?" Dan nodded and headed towards a lemonade stand, dragging Phil by the wrist so that he didn't loose him in the crowd.

Someone prodded him in the shoulder with quick, light taps. Dan instinctively pulled Phil close to him in fear. He knew about America's public shooting streak; honestly everyone did. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt Phil. Phil was his only friend, the only person that actually cared about him. He was probably overreacting to a simple tap, he just didn't really trust American's. But then he saw a young teenager standing awkwardly beside him. She had her hands clutched behind her back and was chewing on her lip. Her face was bright red as she refused to look either man in the face.

"Hi." She muttered in a small voice. A black beanie sat atop her slightly red, shoulder length hair. "I . . . uh . . . sorry . . ." she bit her lip and looked almost close to tears.

"No problem, miss. What's your name?" Phil asked, extending his arm to her with his famously comforting grin plastered to his soft face.

"Erm . . . Laura." Now it was Dan's turn . . .

"Well hello, Laura! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He extended his hand as well and shook Laura's hand as he had done so many times before.