kept in the drafts

'fog' (dan and phil FF)

"Thanks," Dan said awkwardly. There was silence for a moment, before the Maths teacher waltzed into the room slamming his books on the large desk at the front of the room.

"Hello class. Today is the first day we have our new student with us. Daniel?" Dan raised his hand hesitantly. He hated being called on or having to talk in front of large crowds. "Stand up, lad." Dan stood up, pushing his chair back a little bit to keep in balance. "Class, this is Daniel Howell. He'll be joining us now until the end of the year. Do you have a nickname or something?" Silence fell on the room as Dan look around anxiously.

He gulped, "Dan."

"Well Dan," the loud Irishman spoke, "tell us a bit about yourself then."

"Uhhh..." Dan eyed the room, then looked down at Phil, who was smiling brightly up at him, giving him a reassuring look of encouragement. He looked up again at the teacher and the twenty people who had all turned around to face him. "I just moved from the London-ish area," he said in an indecisive, almost questioning tone.

"Anything else? Do you play sport of any kind?"

"I used to play rugby... but not anymore." Dan faked a smile, pressing his lips together.

"Well thank you, Dan," the teacher's loud words echoed to the back of the room. Dan sat down, letting out a sigh of relief and then looked over to Phil, who seemed to be ecstatic.

"What are you so happy about?" Dan whispered as to not disrupt the rest of the class.

"I know how hard it is to get up there and do that. I'm proud of you for that," Phil said, letting out a little chuckle. Dan smiled. They both went to work on their own notes, before Dan noticed the little note to the right of his hand. He picked it up and unopened the folded creases.

Friends?, it read. Dan grinned at the small piece of paper in his hand before picking up a pencil and scribbling on it himself before giving it to Phil.

Friends.

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Dan couldn't stand still he was so excited. His room was spotless, nothing on the floor, every video game neatly tucked away on his shelf. He had sorted every paper on his desk, and wiped down every surface and was bouncing up and down on his bed excitedly until he heard the doorbell.

Dan jumped off his bed and ran down the spiral staircase that led to the rest of the suite before throwing open the door that led to the rest of the house. He could see Phil through the window walls in the foyer, and proceeded to unlock and open the door to be met by Phil's brilliant blue eyes and cheerful smile. "Hi," Dan said, a smile on his face.

"Hey. Can I come in?" Dan motioned for Phil to come in and take off his shoes, making sure his dad wouldn't notice a single speck of dirt on the white marble floor. "Wow. Your house is, um..."

"Fancy?"

"Yeah..." Phil pulled off his other shoe and looked back up at Dan. "So..."

"My room?"

"Sure." Dan ushered Phil through the big black door that led to the suite, up the stairs and into his room. Phil laid his bag on the floor next to the door and looked around. Bare. "Cozy," Phil said sarcastically.

"Oh come on. We only moved in like two weeks ago. It's not like I've exactly had time to decorate," Dan said in defense. Phil giggled and began to pull out his Maths folder and text book and placed them on Dan's pristine desk. He then flipped around to see Dan, curled up in a ball on the bed, almost like a kitten trying to sleep. Phil smiled and sat down on the bed next to Dan.