I apologize if I offend anyone. I have made these inaccuracies as well, so no harm to anyone's ego intended.
Warning, it is kind of... Phan... but only if you look at it that way! I am not liable for responsibility if you like... die from analyzing it too much.
To confirm your insanity even more so, I was listening to Pj's cover of Tree Hugger while writing this so... uh... ha?
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He looked upfrom his laptop in horror, his trip to the world of internet fanfiction having gone as he expected. He hadn't read in a while, having come across one that still gave him the willies, so he'd thought the fans might have let up a little. The words that affected him most lingered, like smoke after a flame.
Ebony.
Icy blue.
Alablaster.
What were these people on when they were describing Phil; perfect, pure, innocent Phil?
His eyes fell on the older man then, though he was hardly able to be called such. With his childlike innocence, he could hardly be thought of a man in his twenties. His hair wasn't ebony, he thought, more like soft, calm night sky. And his irises weren't icy blue, that would suggest a tone of coldness or sharpness that was most certainly not Phil. The irises of Phil were a gentler, calmer blue; sometimes with a hue to them that reminded Dan of mint. And for once, he dearly wished people would stop comparing him and Phil so that they could see he wasn't that pale.
He was Phil, not some cheap vampire from a teen angst novel for heaven's sake. He wished people would stop treating him as such and start treating him as Phil. A person, who deserved a great deal more than he had.
"Dan? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, just... because." he said, giving him an honest smile.
He gave him a funny look at that, as if someone couldn't look at someone so much like Phil without a reason. It made him sad.
"Oh... okay." he shrugged, but a sheepish smile crept onto his lips as the pink tinge flooded his ears.
"Hey Phil?"
"Yeah, Dan?" he looked up again, a curious expression gracing his features.
"You know you're the best, right?"
He looked at him blankly for a few seconds before breaking out in giggles. He looked as if he couldn't breathe through the sheer amount of giggling.
"I'm serious! I don't say it enough." he exclaimed, almost joining in to the giggle fest by the look on Phil's face.
"'Cause you don't have to, you weirdo!" he grinned widely, calming down. "But it makes you feel better, I think you're the best too."
"I know." he smirked, not surprised when he earned a couch pillow to the face.
"You jerk." he said in good heart.
"You idiot." he answered in the same tone, grinning.
"Okay, go back to your tumblring before I touch your neck, yeah?"
"Aye aye, Admiral Phil." he made a saluting gesture, complete with a cheeky grin, promptly returning his eyes to his screen.
He rolled his eyes in response, still grinning as if he thought Dan was an idiot as well.
That's why they were best friends, after all.
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I hope you all took something away from this.
You better have, or you'll be receiving headless dolls and dead babies in the post courtesy of YOUR MUM.
*srs bsnss*
But really, go have a Phil and Dan marathon and cry your eyes out because of your unfairness. I did.
CHEERS!