Phan oneshots

The many (loveable) quirks of Phil Lester (3)

This is basically a bunch of small oneshots squished into one :p
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"Shhhhiilesss..." Phil says, catching himself from swearing just in time. He had been cleaning his room, preparing for filming of a new video the fans so desperately wanted. All of a sudden, while dusting and reorganizing the stuff on his dresser, he bumped a glass half full of ribena. It fell, the sticky juice soaking into his carpet.

"Darn it darn it darn it," he mutters, running and fetching some paper towel, sitting by the sink. In his haste he knocks a glass into the sink, making a loud crash. He groans. Today was not his day. He runs back to his room, encountering a skeptical looking Dan coming out of his room.

"What in the world are you doing Phil?" He says, following Phil into his room. "You're making quite the ruckus, running and banging things around."

"I spilt some ribena on my carpet!" Phil exclaims, kneeling next to the wet spot and pressing down on it with the paper towels.

Dan laughs. "Nice one Phil. I'll get some carpet cleaner."

"Thanks love." Dan dashes out of the room and returns with some cleaning spray and a brush. He prays it on the spot before brushing the soap foam into the carpet.

"There," he says, getting up slightly red in the face and breathless. "Let that sit for awhile and then wash it out with some water."

Phil smiles up at Dan. "Thank you Dan." He reaches and grabs Dan's hand, planting a tender kiss on it. Dan blushes pink and grins back.

"Try not to make anymore messes, yeah?"

Phil laughs. "You know I can't help it. But yeah, I'll 'try'."

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"Oh my gosh!" Phil screams, running out from where he was standing, looking down on the busy road.

"Phil?" Dan calls from wherever he was in the apartment. "You okay?"

Phil doesn't answer but runs through the apartment, down the stairs, and out the door. He doesn't stop running until he's outside, looking frantically at the road. He then spots what he so frantically had ran out of the apartment for; a small chipmunk sitting terrified in the middle of the road. Heart hammering in his chest, he quickly looks both ways before stepping out on the road.

Dan, in the apartment, was staring down at him in horror. "What in the blazes is he doing," he mutters before dashing down after him.

Phil hasn't really thought his plan out. All he knew was that a small, adorable little chipmunk was in danger. He hadn't thought of the fact that the chipmunk would see him and start running. He hadn't thought of what he would do when that happened, but making the decision on the fly definitely wasn't what he wanted. Cars around him swerved around him, honking.

Suddenly a car drove right above the chipmunk. Phil couldn't tell if the tires had hit the chipmunk, but once the on-pour of cars died down, there was no chipmunk to be seen. With a cry, Phil looks around for it, but nothing. He turns around and sees Dan for the first time, arms in the air, looking mad. Well, rather a mix of horror and anger.

Phil stumbles back to Dan, half heartedly looking for cars before going. Dan grabs Phil's wrist as soon as he's within reach.

"Phil!" He hisses, dragging him away from the road and toward their flat. "What the heck were you thinking?! You could've easily been killed!" Dan drags Phil until they're out of sight of the cars, nagging him. All the while, a scared, little chipmunk watches them from across the road. It twitches it's nose before running off back home.