Phan oneshots

3am

Word count: 4,551

Warnings: None

Genre: PURE DOMESTIC FLUFF

OH MY WORD I FORGOT HOW TO WATTPAD

I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS SUDDEN INSPIRATION CAME FROM TO WRITE BUT ENJOY YOUR ONE ONESHOT FROM ME THIS YEAR

Please ignore the title, I forgot how to do that too.
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"Put your back into it! Cmon, we're trying to wash the car, not give it a loving pat!"

Phil groans, flopping his body over the hood of the car. "I'm spent," he says, allowing his body to slip off the soapy hood into a slumped seat on the ground. He barely manages to dodge as a bottle of soap goes flying past his head.

"I don't see how you're tired, I've been contributing the most elbow grease here," Dan growls, scrubbing more ferociously. "Now get up, the sooner we get these done we faster we can go home."

With a resigned sigh, Phil gets back to his feet. He lifts up the waist band of his swim trunks, checking to see if he had a tan line yet. Nope, no tan. Just completely burnt red. He looks over at Dan with a jealous glower. The other boy was a lovely honey color, even more alluring with the soap and water coating him from head to toe.

It was then that Phil noticed that most of the cars lining up in the high school parking lot weren't even that dirty. Phil suspected it was the shirtless Dan Howell that kept a steady flow of cars coming behind the school.

Phil picks up the hose and accidentally sprays a group of girls huddling much too close around the car, especially considering it wasn't even their car. "Sorry," he says, flashing them a smile that screamed Stay. Away.

Another projectile flies through the air, but this time Dan catches it instead of being the one throwing it. Following Dan's deadly glare, Phil's eyes land on Annie, the most popular cheerleader at their school. In every way possible she fit the profile of a cliche beautiful cheerleader: skinny, tall, and blonde. Although something that was a bit unusual was her personality. Annie was not a pushover. Her strong willed attitude was possibly the most attractive thing about her. You push her over, she'll get back up. Say something mean to her, she'll only laugh loudly in your face.

"Put your claws away, Dan, I knew you would catch it," she says, leaning carelessly against the car.

"I don't care what you do to other people," Dan says through clenched teeth, "but don't try to hurt Phil again."

Phil tries to pacify the raging brown haired boy while at the same time maintaining a dangerous aura to the girls around them.  "It's alright, even if it had hit me it wouldn't have hurt." Probably. "Let's just finish up here."

Dan nods, appearing to turn around and ignore the blonde. At the last moment, however, he picks up a washcloth and sends it flying. His surprisingly good aim sends the wet cloth sloshing right across the cheerleaders face. Annie got quiet. The whole parking lot got quiet, waiting for the Queens response.

"Wipe off where you leaned against the car," Dan says, paying her no more attention and turning back to the car. He begins to scrub once more as if nothing had happened.

Annie calmly peels the washcloth off her face, accepting a towel that one of her many followers had brought to her. She wrings the soapy cloth out completely, then tosses it back to Dan. A pleasant smile was on her face, as though a grimy rag hadn't just been thrown at her. "I believe that's your job, Daniel Towel."