Phil closed his laptop after his liveshow was finished. He tucked it under his arm and walked to the kitchen, it was warm against his body as he'd been using it for a long time. It was just gone 8pm on a friday night and he was hungry having spent the whole day editing a new video with Dan. He lifted his glasses to rub his eyes. He saw stars and orbs as he opened them again. It always fascinated him as to why eyes did that.
Dan was in the kitchen stood by the sink drying the dishes. He looked up as Phil walked into the room, still dazed from rubbing his eyes and carrying his laptop. "Oh hi.. i thought you were doing a liveshow?" He asked with a look of confusion as he noticed Phil looking disorientated.
"I've done it, it's 8 o'clock Dan" Phil smiled, crouching down to look in the cupboard. His knees cracked as he bore his weight onto them.
"I'm getting old, get my slippers and walking stick!" he mimicked, rubbing his knee.
Dan looked at him and chuckled as he put the cutlery away in the drawer.
"Phil, you're 27"
Phil grinned back at him and looked back at the cupboard. He placed a jar of pasta sauce on the side, though he was careful not to put it too near to the edge like he did a few nights ago, that resulted in disaster. He was still finding sauce in every crevice of the kitchen despite him and Dan scrubbing the floor until they could practically see themselves in the sparkling tiles.
"Is bolognese ok?"
He looked up at Dan who was leant across the counter reading a notification on his phone.
"Dan!"
He asked again, glaring at him over his glasses comically.
"Wha.. Oh, yeah, just don't knock it off this time for christ sake!"
He studied Phil's face for a few seconds.
"You look like Anne Robinson when you do that"
Phil looked at him vacantly for a moment. He then realised what Dan had said and looked over his glasses in imitation of the weakest link presenter
"Daniel you are the weakest link, goodbye".
"You're such an idiot" He chuckled shaking his head as he folded up the tea towel.
The best part about living with Phil was his amazing personality. His quirky, fun, childish ways made it hard for Dan to ever get annoyed with him. The only thing they ever had arguments about was the fact that Phil always ate Dan's cereal, though he would forgive him instantly as it was hard not to. Phil understood Dan like nobody had done before, they shared so many interests that their personalities barely ever clashed. They truly were the best of friends.
Phil began to cook the food as Dan stood next to him on Phil's laptop playing Youtube videos. He poured the bolognese sauce over the browned mince meat. It sizzled with the change in temperature and he quickly stirred it. Steam rose from the pan making his glasses fog up. He looked at Dan and giggled. Dan shook his head at his friend, Phil was so easily amused. A few minutes later and the food was ready.
Phil scooped the stringy pasta from the pan and into the bowls. He then put the bolognese over the pasta neatly.
Dan looked over his shoulder and watched as he carefully emptied the sauce out of the pan.
"Delia would be proud"
he said, nodding in approval at the presentation of the food.
Phil grinned happily and picked up his bowl and went into the lounge as Dan followed behind him.
Dan plugged Phil's laptop into the speaker and found a playlist to listen to. They both loved the new Fall Out Boy album and Phil's eyes lit up as he heard 'Jet Pack Blues' play. Having so much in common with each other made living together so easy. There were no arguments about which tv programme they were going to watch or what music they played, it was perfect.
Dan sat back on the sofa in his usual crease which had the perfect indentation of his body making it immensely comfortable. He twirled the pasta around on his fork, though it slid off each time and landed in a coiled arrangement on his plate. After several attempts he grew frustrated and shoved the food into his mouth with his spoon and fork, red sauce covering his mouth.
"You alright there?" Phil smirked as he rested the cutlery against the edge of his bowl.
"Yeah...my pasta skills are still in progress" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Phil rolled his eyes and signalled to the piece of kitchen towel folded up on the arm of the chair, Dan picked it up.
"Oh, i forgot to get drinks. I was gonna have some wine, do you want some?" Dan asked as he began to get up.
"Ooh, fancy! Yeah it's nearly the weekend why not!"
He carried on twirling the pasta around his fork expertly as Dan went to fetch the glasses.
In the kitchen Dan took two large wine glasses from the cupboard above the microwave. He opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine which lay on the bottom shelf and poured it into the glasses. He made his way back to the lounge with the glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other for quick wine access. He put the glasses on the coffee table, each with a coaster underneath them and finished his food.
He put the bowl on the floor with his cutlery neatly placed on the edge.
"That was lovely Phil, you can cook more often!" He took a sip of wine and handed the other glass to Phil.
"Thanks" Phil smiled widely and took a mouth full of wine before returning it to the coaster.
"Hey it's a less than 3 hours until your birthday!" Dan grinned.
"Oh my gosh i'm so excited!" Phil danced happily.
Dan picked up his glass and raised it
"Happy birthday for tomorrow, i hope you get all of the gifts you dream of"
He clinked his glass against Phil's and they both emptied their glasses into their mouths.
"I want to know what you've got me!" Phil said eagerly, his eyes widenening in excitement.
"You'll have to wait and see" Dan grinned suspiciously.
"Can i have a clue?"
"Well.. i bought it and it's a present" Dan laughed.
Phil's face dropped
"Dan!" He pushed his shoulder playfully.
At around half past nine Dan put the second empty bottle of wine onto the floor and went to fetch more alcohol. The room was cosy with warmth, much opposing to the freezing wintry outdoors. They were shut away from the bitterly cold chill of the London air. The room was dimly lit with candles and lamps and the fire sent out a deep orange glow across the room. It was so relaxing. Both of their faces were flushed with a warm red glow and their laughter was growing louder with every glass they drank.
"We should play with those cards i bought the other day" Dan said as he came back into the room. He leaned over the sofa, looking for the bag he'd put on the bookshelf the day before.
"There's only two of us though" Phil said.
"Oh well, it will still be funny".
Dan picked up the bag and tipped it upside down onto the sofa, dropping all of the items out.
"Shall we play cards against humanity? Oh wait i forgot about this!" He picked up a little box with holographic print,
"What is it?" Phil questioned as he tried to read the back.
"It's like the ultimate game of truth or dare, i saw it advertised on Amazon "
"Why is it the ultimate game?" Phil leaned closer to try and read the box.
"I don't know, i think the questions and dares are just worse" Dan muttered.
"It says 16+" he added.
He studied the instruction booklet and opened the box to set the game up.
"I'll go first" Dan said, taking a turn on the spinner.
He took a card from the 'truth' box.
"Truth. Have you ever had a wee in the shower?" he screwed up his face
"No, i literally haven't. Even as a child i didn't want to! Loads of people say they do but i've never wanted to" He paused for a few seconds before looking at Phil.
"Have you ever?"
Phil became slightly redder "This is your truth not mine, but maybe i do from time to time"
"Phil! I hope you clean it afterwards, i have to use it too. I've probably had Phil piss on my feet, thanks! From now on you're cleaning the shower every day" he said, laughing at an embarassed Phil.
After a while they began to loose concentration, mostly due to the increasing amount of alcohol pumping through their bodies.
"It's my go. Do you want me to read the cards from now on"
"Yeah, I can barely read the cards" Phil giggled as he rocked on the sofa, he was beginning to get drunk and his vision wasn't particularly good anyway, so with the alcohol it was very difficult for him to read.
Dan spun the spinner on the table, almost knocking it off with the force he spun it at.
The pointed arrow landed on 'Dare' and Dan pulled a card from the box.
He squinted as he tried to focus on the writing
"Kiss the person who is sat to your left" he read, giggling and covering his mouth.
"Hehe, i can't kiss you Phil" His voice changing pitch as said it.
Phil's face grew even redder and he giggled along with Dan. They were like two teenagers drinking without their parents for the first time, though they were adults who usually weren't affected much by alcohol. The heat of the room combined with the alcohol was a deadly combination. They were growing very drunk.
Dan read the card again and looked back at Phil.
"Can't i choose truth?"
"No, that's why it's different to the normal game, if you don't do it you loose the game!"
"I can't kiss you Phil, you're my best friend, what if it makes it weird between us!"
Phil smiled and leant closer to Dan.
"It's only a kiss, it doesn't mean anything, it's only a game" he laughed and drained his glass.
Dan smiled and read the rules of the card.
"It says it has to be for at least 10 seconds, but if i pull away before the 10 seconds you win"
He opened his phone and set a timer for 10 seconds.
"Oh god, if it's weird we'll stop anyway. Oh i don't care i want to win!"
He leaned forward and grabbed Phil's face to bring it closer to him and join their lips together. They leant in for the kiss. After a few seconds, the timer went off, but they carried on, ignoring the sound signalling they could stop. They both suddenly stopped, pausing for breath. Their chests moving quickly and their mouths open slightly. The world seemed to slow around them as they stared straight into each others eyes. No words were said but they didn't need to be. Phil held either side of Dan's face and began to kiss him again with a growing passion. Dan ran his hands through Phil's silky hair and he cupped the back of his head. Phil's hands travelled down his torso, eventually resting at his waist. He pushed Dan back slightly against the sofa as he climbed onto his lap. Dan put his hands on Phil's hips to steady him. He felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest, his jet black fringe tickling his forehead slightly.
Phil briefly broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead against Dan's as he caught his breath.
"Where did that come from?" He asked, smiling.
"I don't know but why haven't we done that before?"
"I really don't know" He breathed.
Dan's eyes were closed and he clutched Phil against him. Phil leaned against Dan's chest as Dan wrapped his arms around his neck tightly.
"I'm tired" Dan yawned sleepily.
Phil looked up and kissed Dan's forehead.
"Shall we sleep in my room?"
Dan nodded and cuddled Phil again before they got off the sofa.