Hey, so this is my first fan fiction. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but please don't hate. Thank you for reading and if people like it then I will continue. Italics are thoughts. :D Also thanks to For-Longest-Days-And-Nights for the idea, Jackson The Saxophone for encouraging me to write and NicholeLovesPhan for being awesome! Thanks XD
Phil P.O.V
"Phiiiil"
"Phiiiil" Wait, was that Dan?
"PHIIIILLLLL!" It was Dan. But what does he want?
I checked my phone. Its 10:00 in the morning, he should be asleep… My stomach suddenly filled with dread. Hundreds of things ran through my mind.
'What if he's dying? What if he's being kidnapped? He could have hurt himself!' I rushed up the stairs to his room and burst through the door.
"DAN" I yelled. Then I stopped. Sitting up in his bed, with the curtains drawn and his amber lamp on, was my best friend and roommate, Dan. Now, please, don't get me wrong, I like to be a nice person and I dislike saying bad things about people but…
"Dan, are you alright? You kind of look like crap."
He groaned. "Phil, I'm sick. I think I might have swine flu or something."
"Dan, I highly doubt that you have swine flu, you probably just have a cold." I tried to reason with him.
"PHIL! A peasant sneezed on me yesterday when we were on our way to the radio show." He whined.
"Dan…" I said in my best doctor voice. "I'm afraid you have… MAN FLU"
"uggghhh. I am not in the mood Phillip" He whimpered.
'Hmm, what can I do to cheer him up? I've got it!'
"How about we have a movie marathon? And I can get you coffee, soup, Maltesers." I suggested excitedly.
"Yeah, alright, but could you please get me my laptop?"
He sure knows how to guilt-trip me. With those adorable chocolate brown puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, alright." I said as I grabbed his laptop from his desk and handed it to him.
"Is there anything else?" I asked.
"Umm, some Maltesers and tea?"
"Sure, I'll be right back" I made him some tea, and got a packet of the chocolate sweets. Then I went up to his room and handed them to him.
"Here you go. Now, I'll be back as soon as possible. Do not leave this bed. I don't want you hurting yourself when I'm not here." I tried to say as sternly as possible.
"But Phil, what if I need to pee?" Dan exclaimed.
"Well, do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No…"
"Then I'm sure that you will be fine until I get back. I won't be that long; it is just down the road." And with that, I left his room, put on my shoes and jacket, left the house and got on my way to Starbucks.
