Okay, so this is my first fanfiction ever. I know it's really short but it's all that I felt that I could write at the moment. Let me know how much it sucks :3
Also, I don't know if I'll continue it, but I'll see if people like it or not before deciding to continue. Please leave a review or something if you do like it. :)
Dan walked into the apartment, tucking the key into his jean's pockets. It was the first time in years since he had walked into that apartment feeling completely unnatural, as if he didn't belong here. Of course, after what happened earlier, he doubted whether Phil would even want him here anymore.
Dan and Phil were filming another video of the two playing Sonic together. Dan had carefully placed the camera on a stand near the TV to film where Phil and Dan would eventually sit, while Phil was off trying to find where they had left Sonic from the last time they played.
"Daaaan!" yelled Phil while returning from their bedroom. "What did you do with Sonic? I can't find it anywhere."
"Oh, really?" smiled Dan. "You forgot to look in one place."
Phil raised his eyebrows before Dan revealed the hidden Sonic disk from under his shirt.
"Daaan!" laughed Phil. "I hate you!"
Phil rushed down to the couch and began playfully hitting Dan. The two continued for a moment, before Dan looked up.
"C'mere," Dan said. "You've got something on your face."
"What?" Phil asked, taking him seriously as the other boy got closer.
"My face," said Dan cheerfully, putting his hands on either side of Phil's head and kissing him.
And that's all it took. Phil pushed back Dan, ending the kiss immediately.
"Dan..." Phil stared at Dan. It was an expression Dan could not exactly place a finger on. Fear? Anger? Shock?
Shit, why would you do that? He wasn't ready for that, he's straight!, thought Dan. Dan backed away and rushed out of the room, without a backwards glance to Phil.
"Phil!" he yelled into the lounge room, "I'm back! I know you're angry at me, but please, I want to talk."
No reply. Dan sighed and looked around for any sigh of Phil, before hearing the soft sprinkle of water from the bathroom. It was almost midnight. Frowning slightly, Dan walked along the short corridor to the shower.
"Phil?" Dan yelled, while knocking slightly against the door with his fist. "Please."
Immediately, the soft drumming of water drops in the bathroom ceased. He's probably going to hit me the moment he sees me, thought Dan. Regretting coming back immediately, he turned to walk away from the door, when it gently opened. A completely drenched Phil stood there, fully clothed and rubbing his red, puffy eyes.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I thought you weren't coming back. I'm so sorry Dan."
"Phil," Dan muttered. Before him was his best friend, standing alone, looking completely heart broken. And it was all because of Dan's childish actions. Phil's hands stood limp at each side of him and there was water dripping down his face. Whether tears or just from the shower, it was unclear to Dan. Dan's guilt overwhelmed him completely, and he hurried forwards to tightly embrace Dan. "I would never leave you, silly."