the chaos of longing, phan

four

"I'm helping Ms.Carter at the orphanage tomorrow,"
Sitting on the wooden kitchen counter, Dan watched Phil making a chicken sandwich for him. "Come with me? "

It was quite late, almost ten o'clock; they had just arrived at Phil's house. Tonight was the board game night, they were behind schedule but Dan insisted nothing was more important than food.

"Nah, got a plan tomorrow." Phil replied as he still focused on chopping a tomato. "Charlotte asked me to help her to...build something? a wardrobe? something like that."

"But I want your company!" Dan whined, and Phil turned his head.

"Don't be like this," Phil chuckled, poking Dan's rosy chubby cheeks lightly. "You do this every time you couldn't get what you want."

The boy sitting on the counter just kicked Phil in the side, and Phil gave him a look that meant 'no whining'. Dan blinked his big, round eyes for Phil to see, he knew Phil couldn't maintain a straight face too long when it came to his pleading puppy eyes and pouting lips. Phil would always give in, and Dan would get what he wanted every time.

Only this time, he was wrong. Phil just turned back and continued to make the sandwich.

"C'mon Danny, next time? Her brother's too sick, she needs me." The slightly frustrated man tried to reason while grilling chicken. "I'm helping out our neighbors, y'know."

"You don't ever know them, maybe it's a scheme! I've only seen Leo like, two times since they moved here," Dan frowned. "And he always looks so..."

"I know, but it's fine, no big deal, yeah?" Phil finished making the sandwich and then tore it in half. He handed Dan the bigger half; then he shoved the other in his mouth and walked out of the kitchen, wiping his greasy fingers on his black jeans on the way.

"Fine! I get to choose what we're watching though! And it's gonna be Winnie's cooking show!" Dan yelled in the now empty kitchen. He hopped off the counter, trailing behind Phil into the lounge, half of the chicken sandwich in his hand.

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It was almost two in the morning when Dan finally felt sleepy. A comedy movie that he wasn't paying attention to still flickering on the small TV. Scrabble was scattered all over the wooden floor.

Under the dimly lit yellow light, he was laying on the soft beige sofa with Phil, who had already drifted off during the first ten minutes of the cooking show.

Dan hasn't had a sleepover with Phil for a long time, he always has to wait until his parents were out of town, because they apparently didn't like the idea of their teenage son spending time with a twenty years old man. Even though their sleepovers were fairly innocent.

Dan looked over the sleeping man a few feet away from himself, secretly studying the face features he adored so much. Gorgeous, He thought. especially his cheekbones, and his eyelashes, and his stubble... Dan smiled sheepishly; then he lay back and closed his eyes, thinking about when he finished the works tomorrow at the orphanage, he would buy some flour and milk so he and Phil could bake some cupcakes together after dinner.

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