But I'm Straight (Phan AU)

Phil Day (Chapt. 25)

(Phil's POV)

I felt gentle shaking and murmuring. I opened my eyes and all I saw was big brown eyes. I jumped and that caused me to fall off the bed. When I tried to look back up, the light caused my head to ache. I groaned and held onto my head. I re-closed my eyes.

"Yeah, I thought you'd need these." I heard a velvety voice say and hand me a small packet. By the voice, I already could tell it was Dan.

"Thanks." I replied. I ripped open the little packet and popped the two pills into my mouth taking a gulp of my glass of water.

"What happened last night?" I asked Dan.

"We went to Dani's party and you got shit-faced." Blurted Dan.

"Is that all that happened?"

Dan shifted awkwardly on his feet, "Yeah...yeah. That's all. And um...Brittany...erm, dumped you.." He sttuttered.

The memories of Brittany's friends laughing at me came flooding back into my mind. I pulled Dan into a tight hug. He put his hands around my neck.

"Thank you, Dan. For taking care of me last night."

"Of course." He said looking down at me with a small smile.

All of the sudden, the door was thrown open and my mom stood there.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Am I interrupting something?" Mum said nervously.

Dan removed his arms and I frowned. I love the feeling of Dan's strong, tan arms around me.

"No, Mum. It's fine." I assured Mum.

She came over to me and hugged me, placing a big fat kiss on my cheek. Dan stood over on the side awkwardly.

"Daniel! Come over here and embrace." He grinned and walked over. We joined in a group hug and we were all laughing.

"What's up with all this attention?" I asked suspiciously looking at my mother.

"I heard about what that little bitch Brittany did to you, baby boy. I'm so sorry!" She wailed, clinging onto my.

I'm pried her off of me, "It's okay, really."

"No you are not. Today me, you, and Dan and going to have a day dedicated to you. We are going to do whatever you want to do and we're gonna have a lot of fun."

"Alright. Cool."

"And that day starts off with homemade breakfast." Now that mum mentioned the breakfast I could smell the cozy greasy smell. I jumped up and ran down the stairs. Dan giggled and ran down behind me.

All across the counter there was a buffet of every breakfast food imagined. Bacon, pork roll, scrapple, eggs, Canadian bacon, bagels, waffles, pancakes, french toast, toast,

I grabbed some pancakes, canadian bacon, and pork roll while Dan got bacon, eggs, pancakes, and waffles.

Dan put butter on his waffle. Instead of putting syrup and cutting it up he picked it up and bit into it with his hands.

I gave him a puzzled look and he looked at my innocently, "what?" He asked with a full mouth.

"Why are you eating it like that?" I questioned, cocking my eyebrow.

"Isn't this how everyone eats waffles?"

"Most people put syrup on it and cut it up and eat it like a pancake." I told him. I don't know why he was confused.

"Syrup on waffles? Eww, who does that? That's weird." I giggled at Dan.

"How are the waffles, son?" Asked dad who just now came into the kitchen.