Swimming Lessons » Phan

Chapter 01

Swimming Lessons || Phan
Chapter 1

"Tyler, I said no." I protest.

"Dan, you're always cooped up in your room playing some game."

"Excuse you, Youtube is not a game."

"Oh yeah? What about Sims, Undertale, Pokemon, Mario Kart-"

"Ok, point proven," I interrupt him.

"It's just the sea side. Please, Dan? For me?" Tyler pouts.

"Why-"

"Please, please, please, please, please? Pretty please with icing on top of the cake with the cherries that are sugar coated and covered with sprinkles?"

"Fine," I agree reluctantly. "Anybody else coming? I hate socialising, you know that."

"Troye!" Tyler giggles excitedly at the thought of his boyfriend.

"Okay, I change my mind. I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Invite someone!" He groans.

"Who? I'm having an existential crisis right now because I have no friends."

"You have me! And PJ," he adds.

"But you have a date! And PJ's on holiday in La Italiano."

"Never say that again."

"Look, Ty-"

"Please?"

"Fine."

"Ok, fine, I guess I'll just leave you- wait, what?" Tyler looks at me.

"I said fine, I'll go." I grumble.

"Yes! Come on, let's go!" Tyler exclaims.

"Wait, now?" I ask, bewildered.

"Yes, now." He tugs me outside. "I got your swimming trunks out. Now move."

"Oh my God, Ty," I roll my eyes, heading for the passenger seat.

"Don't sit there!" Tyler exclaims. "That's where my happy little Troye will sit."

"You know what? Fine."

I get in the backseat as we head off towards Troye's house. We quickly get changed and head over to the beach.

"Good thing I brought my phone," I whip mine out, failing to swing it as it falls out of my grip.

I curse as I see the screen has a light crack in it.

Tyler laughs, and Troye gives me an apologetic look before he bursts out laughing.

"I hate you guys," I mumble.

"C'mon, let's go swimming!" Tyler cheers enthusiastically.

"C'mon let's go lie under shade and use free but slow Wi-Fi!" I reply, equally enthusiastically.

"Bore."