Chapter 1: Phil's POV
Phil woke with a start. He sat up in bed and ran a clammy hand through his damp hair. He peered over to his alarm clock. 3:28 am appeared, shining through the dark room.
What a dream, Phil thought. I can't remember the last time I had one so vivid. He plopped back down onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't get those images out of his head. He had this dream often, in one way or another. It wasn't a nightmare exactly, but it killed him every time he woke up from it.
"Dan," he whispered into the silent darkness that surrounded him. All that Phil could think about was the boy down the hall and how they had kissed in his dream. Dan's arms wrapped around him, their legs intertwined. It was his favourite dream to have; the only problem was that a dream was all it was. Phil closed his eyes. Hoping for sleep and the return of this dream. He knew neither of those would come back to him tonight.
The next morning Phil walked sleepily to the lounge. He could smell fresh coffee, which meant Dan had woken up before him and made it.
"Good morning," Dan said to a yawning Phil.t hi"Morning," Phil replied. He took one glance at his friend and felt his face heat up. Quickly turning in the other direction, in hopes to hide this embarrassing fact, Phil called out, "Do you want some coffee?" At Dan's acceptance Phil grabbed two cups out of the cupboard and filled them, adding the correct amount of cream or sugar to each. "Get a hold of yourself," Phil told himself.
"Are you talking to yourself?" Dan's teasing voice snuck up behind him, making him jump.
"Dan! You can't just sneak up on me like that!" Phil exclaimed. "I almost spilled hot coffee all over me." Dan only laughed. God that laugh. Phil could listen to it for hours. He zoned out, just staring at Dan and losing all awareness to what he was doing.
"Phil!" Dan called, walking towards him. "What's wrong with you this morning? You seem so out of it." Dan was now standing so close that Phil could smell the shampoo Dan had used in his morning shower. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the other boy's soft brown hair. He caught himself staring and busied himself with finishing the coffee. He hoped Dan wouldn't see, or just didn't notice, the red creeping up his neck.
"Yeah," Phil said, "sorry. I didn't sleep well last night. Weird dreams." Phil waited patiently Dan's response, praying his excuse was acceptable. He wasn't really lying, as he hadn't slept well, he just didn't want Dan questioning why. The last thing Phil wanted was for Dan to realise that he was having very inappropriate dreams about him. And that the dreams kept him up because once he had them, he could barely stop himself from barging into Dan's room and kissing him then and there.
"Okay," Dan finally said. "Just make sure you come to me if anything is bothering you." Dan smiled Phil's favourite smile, leaving him breathless. All he could do was nod as Dan turned to head back to his position on the couch. Once Phil was alone he could finally let out the breath he had been holding in. He didn't know what it was about Dan that made his heart go wild, but he loved that man.
If only he knew.