A Dream come true

Dan's POV

Now I totally understood why Phil had been the way he had been straight after he came out. It's like that giddy feeling you got as a child when you hear the ice cream van (or as an adult in Phil's case) or like realizing you have more money in your pocket than you thought. It just gives you a little tingle. Even at the most unexpected times; I could be cleaning the kitchen, editing a video, eating cereal and I'd just notice a huge grin had snuck its way onto my face for no other apparent reason than I was happy with myself now. I was satisfied with me being me and that was a feeling completely new to anything I'd experience before.

Plus, I'd actually endured a better quality of living. Previously, it had been teary eyes at the mention of sexuality or don't let anyone see your laptop in case the discover your internet history; presently, its laugh at sexually ambiguous references on TV and sprawl my body across Phil without having to worry he'll 'discover my secret'.

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"Morning sleepyhead," Phil cheered as I stumbled into the lounge still half asleep.

"Getting me up this early is defiantly some sort of violation of my human rights," I moaned back, slightly aggressively.

"Dan, it's half 9. That's what time normal people get up. Some of them actually get up a lot earlier but I suspected that waking you at 7am would get a punch in the face,"

"In which you would be correct to suspect." I retorted.

Phil let out a little giggle and did what he always did when and clamped his hand over his mouth. I really don't know why he does it. He looks adorable when he giggles.

"Anyways," I prompted. If he does not have a good enough reason for why I have been dragged from my cocoon of warmth into the ferociously icy winds of the lounge, I am immediately going back to bed.

"Anyways, I thought we could do something fun today." he said casually, as if this was something we'd had planned for ages and I knew exactly where he wanted to go.

I slumped myself onto the couch next to him and gave him an expectant look but he didn't really get the hint.

"Where?" I practically screamed.

"Well, you know how we usually only ever go somewhere when we need things desperately bec-"
"Because we avoid being in crowded places as often as possible," I interrupted.
"Exactly, well why don't we do something we've never done before like," he paused for a moment and his eyebrows knitted together as he thought for a moment," I don't know go to the zoo or museum or even just mooch around town and go to a fancy place to eat. We just never do stuff anymore," he said.

We never do stuff anymore. He had a strong point and an idea to back it up but I just wasn't sure. The reason we didn't do stuff was because I was intently content on what I did now: answering the occasional email, making videos, going to a few meetings, our Radio show and aimlessly browsing the Internet at 4am. That was my life.

Oh my god. That was my life. That's all I ever do.

It couldn't hurt to have just one day out with Phil. He was my best friend and we don't do enough fun outdoor activities and staring at his face I realized he was heart set on this idea. I owed this much to him at least.

"Fine, let's do some stuff." I blurted out quite suddenly, startling Phil a little with how over-enthusiastic I sounded.

"Okay," he beamed, "what shall we do?"

I rolled the thought over in my mind. He hadn't given much option but then again neither had I so I guess it was partly my fault.

"Fuck it, we'll do all of them."