Dan's POV
"Dan! Dan!"
I sighed. He'd probably need another pillow or a blanket or something.
I got up from my browsing position on the couch and heaved myself to Phil's bedroom. I opened the door and stood in the doorway, hands on hips, my 'grumpy-butt-face' on.
"What is it now, Phil?"
His bottom lip was trembling. He glanced up at me and said in a tiny voice, "can I have a cuddle?"
I froze, but only for a second. This wasn't happening. I quickly snapped out of it. He only wanted a cuddle because he was sick.
"Ew, no way! I don't want to catch the plague!" I snorted with laughter and began to back out of the room, but then I caught sight of Phil's face. He looked really hurt. I felt really bad, so I pretended to leave the room and shut the door behind me, but as soon as the door clicked shut, I flung it open again and pounced under the covers, smothering him with his pillow.
"Ow! Ow, Dan! Gerrof me!" Phil's muffled voice was so cute but I had to let him go… for now… mwahahaha…
I pulled off the pillow, laughing at Phil's shocked face. Phil began to laugh and splutter.
"I… I thought you weren't coming back."
I laughed some more and wrapped my arms around his torso, squeezing him tight. I felt him tense up, and I worried I had done the wrong thing, but he soon relaxed and snuggled his head into my neck, sighing.
He shut his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but I wasn't letting him off that easy. Oh no.
"Nuh-uh, Phil! You're not going to sleep on me, are you? Am I that boring?" I put on my best insulted voice, and it seemed to work because Phil immediately sat up and said no.
I wished he hadn't though, because as he said it, he yawned massively, gleeking on my pillow.
He put his hand over his mouth and spluttered "Oh, my God… oh my God… oh my God… I'm really sorry, oh, God… I'm so sorry…" over and over again as I snorted with laughter. I flipped the pillow over and put my head down on it, still laughing.
"It's fine, Phil. Honestly." I turned to look at him, just as he turned to look at me. His massive blue eyes were so beautiful. I shook my head quickly. He was my best friend. No way would he ever feel the same.
Even as I thought that, though… he seemed to be looking into my eyes, too. I made myself not blink, but Phil was famed for his 'not blinking' trick. My eyes began to hurt, so I blinked eventually.
"Daaaan…" Phil said slowly.
I sucked in my breath.
"Uh… yes, Phil?"
Phil closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Please don't hate me, Dan."
I was really surprised. Why would I ever hate Phil? What did he have to say?
"I would never hate you, Phil." I said, smiling. "What do you want to tell me?"
There was a pause that seemed to last for years, then Phil finally spoke.
"Dan…"
I waited.
"Dan… I'm gay."