Dans POV
"Dan. Wake up! We're going to be late!" I recognize Phil's voice. Am I dreaming or something? Then I realize that he was actually speaking to me. That beautiful voice...I bolted up from my bed. "Ugh, late for what?" I said. "The radio show!" he said excitedly. Crap, I forgot to set my alarm...again. Why do I have to procrastinate about everything? Well, at least I have Phil to put up with me. I don't know how I would get anything done without him. Phil. My best friend, and the man of my dreams. I want nothing more than for him to know that I love him. But I can't tell him that. What would he think of me? Probably that I have issues, or that I'm disgusting. I'm gay, Phil's straight. It's not meant to be I guess, but I'll never love someone else as much as I love him. "Dan, you ok?" Phil asked. I noticed that I was daydreaming, and probably looked like a stupid twat with my mouth hanging open. "Yeah, fine." I replied. "I need to hurry up and get dressed huh?" Phil just looked at me with a worried face. "Yeah, or we're never going to hear the end of it if we're late to our own show." He laughed. Ugh, he's doing that tongue smile that I love so much. I just want to grab him up, and cuddle with him in my bed all day. Why did this have to happen to me? Why do I have to be such an idiot?
I got up and started to undress from my pajamas to change into my day clothes. Phil stepped out to make a quick pot of coffee. When I'm finally half decent for public, I walk out into the kitchen to see Phil with a few tears running down his face. "Phil? What's wrong? Are you ok?" I ask. "Yeah, fine. I just got a splash of coffee in my eye. You ready to go?" I'm starting to get worried about him. I catch him crying a lot. He always plays it off. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." I reply.
Phils POV
I just got Dan up, we're going to be late again. Dan keeps forgetting to set his clock. He always forgets. What would he do if he didn't have me? I walk into the kitchen and start to make coffee. I sit down at the breakfast bar for some cereal, and start thinking of Dan. Dan...my sweet love. Why can't you be mine? Why do we have to be apart? I start to cry as Dan walks in. "Phil? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Dan asks. "Yeah,
fine." I reply. "I just got a splash of coffee in my eye. You ready to go?" I ask. I'm ready to get out of here and get off of the subject of my crying. "Yeah, sure. Lets go." He said. I put on my shoes and head out the door while Dan locks it behind us.