Chapter One- The Sink
Phil tapped the power button on his phone, a smile still lingering on his face from the selfie Dan had sent him, with the caption "I'll be home soon!" How could someone crinkle their nose, stick out their tongue, and smush their entire face and still look freaking adorable? Distracted, Phil picked up his plate and headed to the sink to wash it. He absentmindedly put soap on a sponge, thinking of Dan's chocolate brown eyes, crinkled on the edges, and reached for the faucet.
Chunk.
That was not a good noise. Phil snapped back to reality, looking in horror at the sight of the broken faucet, with water gushing at a surprising velocity out of it.
"Shoot!" he desperately tried to reattach the two pieces. "Shoot, shoot shoot! No, stop! Please stop!" he pleaded with the sink as it began to overflow and spill onto the floor. "What do I do?" He didn't know who to call. The police? The plumber? This was an emergency! "Shoot, shoot!" He repeated, dancing out of the way of the water, quickly pooling on the floor near his feet. Panicking, Phil grabbed his phone and called... Dan. It rang four times.
"Hey, Phil!" Dan's cheery voice bubbled from the speaker. "What's up?"
"Dan, help!" Phil cried, watching the water spread through the kitchen.
"Phil? Phil, what's wrong?" Dan's tone had become serious as he recognized panic in Phil's voice. "Are you hurt?" In the background, Phil could hear the car speed up.
"Dan, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! I wanted to wash my plate and I broke the sink and the water's everywhere!" The now inch- deep pool was lapping at the carpet.
"Phil, I swear to God! I dunno, call the plumber, or something!"
"It's everywhere, and it's still coming out!" The sink was gushing waterfalls, slopping all over the counter and adding to the growing pool.
"Well, plug it with a towel! Shit, Phil! How bad is it?" Phil waded to the sink, taking a quick peek around.
"Um, the kitchen is six inches, and the living room is an inch, and, oh, no, it's going to the hallway." Phil desperately looked around for something to plug the faucet with and found a cork on the table nearby.
"Shit. I'll be home in about five minutes. Try not to drown, please." Dan ended the call. Phil reached for the cork, it was only a few inches now... And fell into the water. He gasped at the impact of the cold, wishing he had put it on warm before breaking the sink.
"Shoot!" he cried helplessly, watching the water ebb towards his and Dan's room. His tears of frustration and anger began to mix with the water. "What have I done?" He whispered.