Phansexual (phanfiction)

Three

Dan didn't bring anyone home with him that night, but he was almost blacked out drunk.
He stumbled into the flat at a quarter past four in the morning and immediately puked on the rug.
Phil, who was already asleep, would have to clean that up in the morning.

Dan shuffled into his room and fell into bed. He fell asleep instantly, not even able to conjure up enough strength to cover himself with the duvet.

When he woke up at around one in the after noon the next day, Dan was so hung over he could barely see. Random colors and shapes blotted his vision. He tried to stand up but quickly flopped over, groaning loudly.

Phil walked into his room and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring silently at Dan.
Somehow, Dan realized he was there and flopped over to look at him.

"What are you doing in my room, Phil?" Dan asked, a little defensively.

"Did you get sick on the carpet last night?" Phil questioned.

Dan sat up all the way, clutching his aching head in his hands, "I-- Phil, you know I wouldn't remember anything about last night," He said sighing.

"Whatever," Phil answered shortly and started to leave, but Dan called after him,

"Hey! You don't have a Green Lantern t-shirt. Whose is that?"

"It's Chris's." Phil answered and tried to walk away again but Dan kept talking.

"Why do you have Chris's shirt?" he asked, frowning.

Phil ran a hand through his black hair, making a messy quiff, "Well the night before last you were, um, using the apartment, so I slept at his place. He let me borrow a shirt. I must've forgotten to take it off." He explained, a little irritated.

"Oh," Dan looked down. He looked sad, "Okay, um, do we have cereal?" he changed the subject.

Phil didn't respond, just cast a pitiful look at Dan and left.

At least Dan didn't seem to be disgusted by Phil. That was good, right? But then what did he mean by "It's too confusing?"
Phil couldn't stop thinking about that. The words echoed in his mind.
Haunted him.
Nagged at him.
He just wanted to know what it meant.

"Hey," Dan said, peeking his head into Phil's room a few hours later. "Want to make a video? Maybe Sims?" He asked, he seemed nervous.

Phil smiled. He had forgotten what sober Dan was like and he had to say, he definitely liked him more this way.

"Sure," Phil agreed and got up to follow Dan to the computer.

"Hello DanAndPhilGames awkward turtles!" Phil said cheerily. He really did love making videos, especially with Dan.

"Today we will be delving back into the mystical Sims4 universe!"
Dan smiled cheekily, "You know what other mystical thing we'll be delving into?"

"Dan. No." Phil giggled.

"Dan. Yes."

"Fine. What other mystical thing will we be delving into today?" Phil said, he knew exactly what was coming next...

"Ur mum!" Dan laughed as Phil shook his head at the lame joke.

They finished filming about an hour and a half later.
In that hour and a half of play time, Dil Howlter managed to get three new creepy emotional aura dolls and achieved some pretty sexy hand holding with Tabitha.

"Dang flabbit," Phil cursed, "My laptop is still at Chris's."

"Oh that's okay. You go get it, I'll stay here and edit," Dan offered.

Phil gave him a warm smile. "Thanks,"

Dan didn't go out that night. He chose to spend his entire Friday night with Phil, editing a dorky video of them playing video games together.

Things were just as they were meant to be.

(A/N) Gah! Short chapter! Mostly just a filler :-/