Author's note; Welcome to my new Fanfic! It's all about the future with this one and to my greatest dismay, I do not own Dan, nor do I own Phil :( Hope you enjoy!
We're both sat on the settee, laptops burning into our legs, T.v blaring out crap. I look to Phil beside me, only to see him staring back. We adopt the same expressions, as if we've forgotten something really important. We both open our mouths as if to say something but close them again, apprehensive. I blink rapidly, trying to jog my memory. "There is something," Phil wonders out-loud. I nod in agreement. We've definitely forgotten something. That's when the door opens and it turns out we invited Chris and Pj round like last week and totally forgot about it.
We welcome them in all the same. "I'm sorry, totally forgot-" I gush, trying to tidy. The flat is a mess. "It's fine!" Pj consoles, putting an arm on my shoulder. ",Have you been to Chris' flat recently?" We all laugh and I feel a bit better about the shit-hole I live in. Me and Phil share a guilty look. "Takeout?" I offer. The boys agree and Chris rings the pizza place down the street. Instead of eating at the table, we all assume our general positions on the settees. I'm next to Phil, a small space between us and Pj and Chris are together on the slightly smaller couch. There's no way I'm getting up to receive the pizza.
After about five minutes of persuasion, Phil submits into getting the pizza, calling us lazy under his breath, but be's still smiling. That's why I like Phil so much. Whatever the situation or the circumstances, he'll smile and be happy about it. If it's internet hate he'll make a joke out of it and keep his cool, or even if it's jibes in the street. I smile gratefully at him when he returns, laden with pizza boxes. He's not smiling like usual though, nor does he smile throughout the rest of the night. I think he's trying pretty hard to disguise it. Well, he does smile when we've had a few too many Sambuka's later on in the night. Totally not my idea at all. Chris and Pj crash on the couch in their clothes, leaving me and Phil to return to our beds, only to wake up to a terrible headache the following morning.
"Morning," I groan at the sleeping boys on the couches. They roll to face me, covering their eyes from the artificial light that fills the room. Pj mmmmmm's me and Chris just rolls back, completely covering his face with the quilt. Phil's already bustling around the kitchen, banging into things and opening all the cupboard doors. He looks round, as if he's searching for something. I walk over cautiously. "Phil?" I question. He walks right into me. He straightens up, still a good inch shorter than me. He laughs apologetically, rubbing his eyes. "Sorry, but have you seen my contacts?" I think back to last night. I don't remember him taking them out at all before he went to bed. Then again, I don't remember much from last night. "They're in the bath, don't ask," Pj mumbles from under his blanket in the livingroom. I laugh out load, why on earth are they in the bath? Phil looks at me quizzically but I have no idea why they're there. He leaves the room to go rescue his sight before they go down the drain. As soon as he's left the room and out of ear-shot, Chris calls me over to him on the couch. I sit on the floor, crossing my legs, beneath him. "Have you noticed," Chris begins but I stop him abruptly. I have noticed that when we're not looking his smile falters, or that when we're not paying attention, his eyes look kind of lost and panic-stricken. Phil hasn't been right for at least a week, not smiling as much or laughing or even participating as much. "Yeah," I conquer. "I've noticed alright." Chris nods, happy the responsibility is not on him any longer. I pat his head comically in an attempt to get him to 'look alive.' He makes a noise of disgust and turns away from me, snuggling back into the sofa. I laugh at my feeble attempt and go back to my room with a cup of coffee and my laptop. I open the door and place my laptop on my bed. "Phil?" I call. He wanders in, blinking to place his contacts correctly. "Do you wanna do something this weekend? Like just me and you? I don't know we could just go to the cinema or something, whatever you want." Phil swallows nervously before ridding his face of all negative emotion. He smiles at me, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, sounds good," He chirps. He walks in and squeezes my forearm. He turns to leave but hesitates. "You do know it's Sunday, Dan?" I face-palm as Phil walks back into the living-room, laughing to himself. Well done, Dan. Real smooth.
I look online for movies that are on at the cinema, slumped in the internet position on my bed. I like the sound of a few but I'll ask Phil later. I sip my coffee out of a hello kitty mug, nearly spilling it on my precious laptop when the coffee spits out ferociously. I ponder what to do about Phil acting strange, giving no thought as to why he's being funny. This week I decide I'm going to take Phil out, I'm going to clean, yes clean, the apartment and I'm defiantly going to find what's wrong with my best friend.
P.s Hope you enjoyed chapter one! Please let me know if you like it in the reviews:) Seeya soon, -NeonLuna
