Ch. 3.: The Start of Something Good.
Phil stood still in front of Dan's house for 10 minutes straight, gathering courage to ring the bell, finally doing it and hoping Dan would answer the door, or it could be really awkward. But, with Phil's luck, of course it wasn't Dan who answered.
“Hello?” a little boy, with a little less than sixteen answered, looking surprised.
“Hmmm… hi… my name's Phil...” awkward. Oh God, what's happening? “I'm Dan's...” he can call himself Dan's friend? He wanted to turn back and run really, really fast. “… friend. Is he home?”
“Just a minute” the boy said, closing the door. Phil stay there while he heard the boy shout, laughing: “Dan! I didn't know you have any friends. He's waiting for you outside.” he felt bad for Dan for a minute. Phil was his only friend? Well, he still didn't know if Dan considered him a friend, but he hope Dan could, someday… then Dan opened the door, a surprised look on his face.
“Phil? What you're doing here?”
“I hope you're ready for a Buffy marathon and two hours breakfast” Phil smiled. Dan stepped back só Phil could come in.
“Which cereal do you want?” Dan asked. He still couldn't quite believe Phil was in his room, sitting in his bed, watching Buffy.
“Same as yours” Phil shrugged. Dan give him the bowl, but when he felt Phil's touching his hand, he lose it, feeling the bowl escape from his hands. One second later, Phil's shirt was soaked.
“Shi--- omg” Phil shouted, standing up.
“Oh My God, I'm só sorry” Dan said. He didn't have any self control, especially when Phil was around. Fuck.
“It wasn't your fault, Dan. Relax.” Phil laughed. “This kinda thing always happens to me. Do you have a clean shirt to give me? This one is soaked” he said, taking off his shirt. Dan stopped on his tracks, eyes wide, too overwhelmed to think, or do anything. Glanced down to his chest, feeling his cheeks burn.
“Oh God...” he whisper to himself.
“What?” Phil asked, pulling him out of his trance.
“Hum...” he coughed. “I'll get you a shirt. Wait here” Dan said, running to his wardrobe, gasping. Well, there goes his attempts to forget Phil, huh? “here” he smiled to Phil, giving him his shirt.
“Let's watch Buffy or not?” changed subjects, laying on his bed and playing the show.
“right...” Phil muttered, under his breath, sitting awkwardly in the foot of the bed. He still didn't know if he could get closer, but then Dan said:
“You can lie by my side, if you want” and Phil smiled.
A/N: Well, guys, you know me. I couldn’t wait till next friday to post it, so I’m posting now. Also, I really loved writing Dan’s reaction when Phil took his shirt off hahahaha I was dying to post this chapter.
And, I’m well aware about the “two hour breakfast” thing. You guys can relax, I won’t say anything about that video. (but maybe i’ll make some references cause they’ll break up someday in this fic, right?)
So... what do you guys think will happen now??? Talk to me!