It was a warm and sunny day. The milky sunrays were shyly shining through the silver laced clouds. It would have been beautiful, but you 4got that Dan and Phil don't go outside. But PJ does.
The two Internet-Homos we speak of were lazing around on their couch playing Mario Kart 8.
Duh.
Dan liked Phil. Phil liked Dan. Like, like-like. But PJ liked Dan. But Dan didn't like PJ, except as platonically as possible in the most no-homo-way but not in the same way as Phil.
Dan looked at Phil. Like he normally did, but this time….Phil looked back. Phil's eyes seemed to have looked towards him in slow motion. Phil's hair blowing in the non-existent breeze. Dan's breathe stopped. Phil's beauty was too much. PJ didn't like this. He didn't like what he saw from the window that he was sticking to. Dan shook himself from his thoughts, convulsing, as they had both just lost in Mario Kart to the All Knowing God and King, Waluigi. A single tear fell down Phil's face. When would he win?
"Never," whispered PJ sadistically from behind the glass. PJ had a psychic connection to all living creatures. This included Dan. This included Dan's thoughts about Phil. Or as Dan called him in his head, Philly.
These thoughts about PHIL made for a very jealous PJ. Why? Because PJ liked Dan. Like, liked-liked.
"Phil, are you…crying?" Dan asked, sad at the very thought of his Philly crying.
Phil couldn't hear Dan over the sound of his own violent sobs, but could see the caring love in Dan's eyes. Phil was distraught. He's been hiding his [ph]eelings from Dan for so long.
Phil couldn't take it anymore, so he ran to his room while rolling around on the floor and screeching violently.
Dan thought he has said something wrong. Had he upset his Philly? PJ, of course knew the answer, and he didn't like it.
Not one bit.