kept in the drafts

'fog' (dan and phil FF)

"Hey."

"Hey," Dan mumbled. Phil leant over next to Dan to get closer to him.

"Do you really want to spend all night doing Maths homework?" Phil asked, sort of a half-whisper.

"No," Dan murmured in his little ball.

"So, since you haven't gotten fully moved in, why don't we do that?" Dan poked his head up to meet Phil's eyes. Phil tipped his head up and to the side, as if to say "please". Dan smiled and got up off the bed, grabbed Phil's hand, and began to race down the stairs to the back room of the house. There, Dan waded through piles and piles of half-emptied boxes and old packaging until he emerged from the pile with a big box, heavy enough to weigh him down. They both helped each other get the box back up the stairs and into Dan's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Dan grabbed the tape and pins from his desk and laid them out on his bed before opening up the large box on the floor. "So," Phil began, "What first?" Dan reached into the box and pulled out numerous posters, all for rock bands. My Chemical Romance, Bring Me The Horizon, Muse-

"You like Muse?" Phil asked excitedly.

"Favorite band, you?"

"Same!" Phil laughed watching a smile of disbelief fly across Dan's face. He grabbed the tape and helped Dan paste up the numerous posters.

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"Hell yeah!" Dan shouted at his TV. The Mario Kart winning theme music echoed on his now decorated walls as he bounced around on the floor happily.

"Damn it. I almost had it that time."

Dan stood up, acting like royalty. "Bow down to the King of Mario Kart, peasant." Dan smirked, looking down at Phil, who was laughing like a chimp.

"In your dreams, Howell," Phil chuckled.

"True," Dan stated. "In my dreams I'm the king of the world and everyone else is a peasant doing my bidding and making me enough money that I can fly all the way to China and back 600 times if I want."

"Wow, sounds like quite the dream," Phil added as Dan sat back down.

"What about your dreams? What goes on in those?" Dan asked, a smirk still on his face and the Mario Kart music still running in the background.

"Well," Phil started, "a little bit of this," he said as he scooted ever closer to Dan. "And a little bit of this," he added as he reached for Dan's fingers, intertwining them in his own. "And a lot of-" he was cut off by the sensation of Dan's lips pressed against his own. He paused before shutting his eyes and then, eventually pulling away. "A lot of that." Dan smiled brightly as he leaned in again, taking in Phil's soft lips and the feel of his hand in his all over again. When they both pulled away, Dan rested his head on Phil's shoulder before they both, after hearing the Mario theme tune for what seemed like a thousand times, fell asleep.

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(i think there's a bit of a time jump here, not sure)

The closet door was locked. Dan mumbled subtle swears under his breath as Phil put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, bear. We'll just find another place to go," he assured Dan.

"Fine," Dan muttered, annoyed. Phil locked his fingers with Dan's as they both walked out the backdoors of the school. Their feet brought them off campus, and towards the street. "So, where you want to go?" Dan questioned.

"I don't know," Phil began. "Anywhere, really. We could cut class and go somewhere if you want." Dan nodded at the idea, and looked up towards Phil, love in his eyes. Phil turned to look down at Dan's chocolate eyes, down at his lips, and back up to his eyes. A smile spread across Dan's face, then on Phil's too. It was like a full conversation in single looks.