What Are the Chances?

Okay? Okay.

(Dans pov)

One more scroll, I have been saying to myself for the last hour. As I finally put my phone down and pulled the covers over my head to try and fall asleep, I have Phil's face pictured in my mind. I had been on his Tumblr, thus having to force myself to stop scrolling. He was, in short, beautiful.

I turn slightly, facing Chris's back on the other bed. "Chris," I half-whisper. "You awake?" He mumbles yeah. "Wanna go somewhere?" He turns towards me, squinting in the light of my phone that I am shining across the room. "Does this somewhere have to do with Phil?" I duck my head awkwardly. Chris chuckles, then pulls off his covers to show he is already dressed. "Get moving," He says playfully. I smile, knowing I have one of the best friends in the world. As we walk down the hall, he sends a text.

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Phils pov __

Pj is laughing so loud I think he is going to wake the whole hotel. He evidently thinks what happened at breakfast today was funny. His phone goes off, and he checks it before saying another snide comment about me and Dan. I throw my pillow at him, whining in defiance. While the pillow is in mid air, there is a knock on the door.

"Now you've done it, gone and woken the hotel staff!" He says playfully, throwing my pillow back to hit me in the face. I hide my face with it like a detention deflecting shield. "I'll get it," Pj says when the person knocked again. Once he gets to the hotel door, he turns to me, placing a finger over his lips as if to say, shh, also making a gesture to tell me to fix my hair, which I do. He opens the door quietly, and I hear him go, in a dramatically exuberant voice, "Oh, hello Chris, Dan. Won't you come in?" Pj then trails back into the room followed by Chris, and... Dan.

My pillow shield is now doubling as a blush hider.

Chris and Dan sit on Pj's bed, both sitting with ankles crossed. Pj sits next to me, close enough that when our arms brush, there's static. Pj looks at me, then Chris and Dan, then back to me. "So what's up, guys?" He asks. "Chris thought it would be a good idea to wander the halls at 11:40 P.M." Dan replies cynically. Chris looks at Dan with an odd look, but when they make eyecontact, something crosses his face. Realization?

Dan, for the first time since I met him, looks at me in the eyes. He visibly tenses, and it occurs to

me why they call it eye contact.

Then his eyes travel to the night stand with my latest muse on it, The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. He looks up at me again, eyes wide, and I consider throwing the book out the window in mortification. The Fault in Our Stars is kind of a girl book. I've read it around 40 billion times, but I've never felt embarrassed by it until now. I try to change the subject. "So how are you guys?" I ask. Chris smiles. "Fine, thank you." I look at Dan. "And, uh, you Dan?" I ask, overly aware of how awkward I am. Dan looks me in the eye again and says, "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."

I know for a fact that Pj hasn't read the book because he is the one that usually points out how girly it is. Chris doesn't appear to have, because he only looks confused.

Hesitantly, I go, "Okay?" Dan looks down then back up, smiling, and says, "Okay." After an awkward silence of me and Dan kinda sizing each other up and Chris and Pj sharing really confused looks, Chris points out that they should probably go back to their room. I offer to lead them out, and as I'm closing the door behind them, I hear Dan say quietly, "We have tasted the stars tonight."