Spring

Phil didn't like spring that much because he had allergies.

Dan didn't like it because it was so noisy.

It didn't matter either way, because they both sat inside all the time anyway.


Summer

Summer was definitely Phil's favourite time of year, because even though he was so pale and burnt easily, he loved the sun and sat curled up like a cat in front of the windows where the most sun shone through. He most enjoyed summer when he and Dan went to PJ's down in the country, where it was like his childhood home and they could explore the wilderness to thier heart's content. But he liked it most-

"It's raining again. What the actual fuck. This is supposed to be summer for god's sake!" Dan grumbled. Well, it was an English summer.


Autumn

The two boys walked through the small park back to the house they shared, pulling thier coats tighter around them as the chilly air whipped thier hair and face. It was getting colder rapidly and outside was not particularly comfortable. But they'd needed to get out; it was getting stuffy at home. They kicked through the falling leaves and Dan shivered as a great gust rattled through the tall trees. He looked up when he heard Phil stop dead and splutter loudly. Dan burst out into laughter. Phil's black hair was totally covered in leaves and other tree debris that had blown down and he looked incredibly annoyed. The boy glared at Dan, but that only made him laugh harder. "Dan! Stop laughing! It's not funny!"
"It is funny; it's very funny." Dan got out between giggles.
Muttering angrily, Phil picked up a handful of leaves and weighed them threateningly in his hand. Dan stopped laughing. "Don't even think about it."
"About what?" Phil asked innocently. Dan narrowed his eyes at him.
"You wouldn't." Dan said.
"Try me." Phil replied, suddenly chucking the leaves at his friend, who squealed and tried to duck out of the way, but the leaves and various bits of grass and dirt rained down around him, coating his hair and shoulders.
"You'll pay for that!" Dan growled, trying fruitlessly to get the dirt out of his hair.
"Will I? Will I, Dan?" Phil replied mockingly, raising a dark eyebrow at his friend. Dan nodded and picked up a large handful of leaves, chucking them at the other boy. Phil turned and ran out of the park into the road, where he hid around the corner and gathered up a pile of even more leaves. When Dan burst out onto the pavement, Phil shrank back, desperate not to be noticed. To his surprise and joy, he wasn't. Dan sneaked up the street to thier house, looking around suspiciously for his friend. Phil smirked and crept up behind him, suddenly shoving the entire hunk of dead leaves down Dan's coat. Dan shrieked, shouting obscenities and trying to shake the leaves out of his jacket, while Phil stood by, laughing hysterically. "Payback's a bitch." Phil grinned and took off down the pavement, Dan hot on his tail.


Winter

"You can't be allergic to winter."
"Yes I can! You're allergic to spring."
Phil sighed. "That is entirely different. I have hay fever."
"Then explain this." Dan gestured to his shaking body and blocked nose from where he was huddled on the sofa with a hot mug of coffee clutched in his pale hands.
"Dan, you've got a cold. That doesn't mean you're allergic to winter. Everyone gets colds." Phil rolled his eyes.
"You're in denial." Dan sniffed.
"Of what?"
"Nothing." Dan said haughtily. "Can you make me some soup?"
Phil sighed and walked to the kitchen. Dan was such a prima-donna when he was ill. And Phil couldn't get (very) annoyed with him because he was ill. This happened every year; Phil thought he'd be used to it by now. Evidently not.

(Hi there! I'm new to posting on here {and to be honest it's rather confusing} but I hope you like my story. I was sifting through all the phanfiction and couldn't find any about Dan and Phil being just friends and messing about... so I wrote one. I'm assuming I'm not the only one that wants to read these, and if people like it, I might post more... so review and stuff!)