Phil's POV- Dan and Phil sat cross legged on the floor, getting ready to record the seventh Phil Is Not On Fire.
"Where are you going?" Dan raised his eyebrows as Phil stood up.
"Getting a glass of water before we start filming."
"The camera's already recording.""You can edit it out later." Phil replied with a shrug. Dan stared at him for a second, then rose to meet his friends gaze.
"Well now I'm thirsty too, thanks a lot, Phil." He accompanied his snarky comment with a smirk that made Phil's heart flail like a dying fish.
Third Person POV- It should be pointed out now that the space between the couch and wall is very small, barely enough room for anyone to walk through. So you cannot blame him for what happened next.
Phil, being Phil, tripped. And fell on top of Dan. Face first.
Dan's POV- Phil had landed in the worst way possible, trapping them both on top of each other in the ridiculously tiny area where they had been filming. And to make matters even worse, Phil's mouth had somehow pressed against his. Dan's first instinct was to recoil in shock, but since he was on the bottom it was nearly impossible to escape. Phil didn't move either, just stared into Dan's eyes with a look of terror.
He had really never noticed how many shades of blue Phil's eyes where. Or how soft and warm his lips felt against his. Without thinking, Dan's hand slid up into Phil's hair. It felt like a kitten's belly fur (okay, he was exaggerating a bit, but it did feel really nice). Phil still looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights, but he wasn't exactly pulling away either. Instead, he cupped Dan's head with his hands and kissed back. Like, actually kissed back.
He had always thought describing a kiss like a firework was a tad lame, but he totally got it now. Had Phil been hiding explosives inside his mouth all this time?
By now, Dan had shut his eyes. Parting his lips, he let Phil gently run his tongue over his gums. With each quick breath for air, Dan wanted to melt into Phil's loving arms. Seeing as that was scientifically impossible, instead they pressed together until there was no space left, their bodies fitting together like two long lost puzzle pieces. This was fucking amazi-
Wait.
What was he doing? This was Phil! As in his platonic best friend! This wasn't right! They made fun of Phanfics together, for god's sake! Twisting away from Phil's embrace, he gulped. "Phil."
Third Person POV- Phil's piercing eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly pushing himself off of Dan. "Oh." He said, nodding his head.
"Phil. Oh, god, Phil, I'm so sorry-"
"No. Stop. Nothing happened. I fell on you. You did nothing. I did nothing but trip and fall on you. Nothing happened." Phil spoke the last words less a fact and more as a plea.
Dan rubbed his palms together, breath fast and shallow. "Okay...Okay." Phil sat back down beside him, making sure there was a generous amount of space between them. "Do you, uh, still want to film this?"
"Course. Nothing happened." Phil paused, something dawning on him. "The camera was rolling the whole time."
"I'll edit it out later." Dan muttered.
And with that, they continued with life. Little did they know what the universe had in store for them...