Phil's POV:

"And remember Dan, it's your turn to do the dishes".

"Mum" Dan said, with a long drawn out sigh.

I glanced at my friend, who was slumped next to me on the bed, half heartedly playing xbox. We spent most of our nights like this, we would never do anything extravagant. We were nothing like anyone else our age, out clubbing and pulling girls – instead we were happy with just our xbox and whatever food we could scavenge.

"Phil I really don't want to do the dishes. I'm sick of having to do chores" He whined.

"I'll help you if you're really gonna make such a big deal out of this" I offered.

"Someday Phil, someday, we are gonna get our own place. Where no-one will boss us around and we will have a dishwasher" Dan announced.

The idea sounded like a brilliant thing, in theory of course. To have our own little flat, with all of own little quirky items around the place. With no chores, the house could be as messy as we wanted. But I had that doubt in my head, all those promises you make with your friends, all the plans you make for the future. Until you realize, it's the future and things have changed – the friends you used to have, haven't stuck around or are off making the most of their lives. This was the case with most of my high school friends. I glanced at Dan again, even though I had known him for a short time, I couldn't imagine not being his friend.

I couldn't fight the smile that was appearing on my face. Dan was such a dreamer, not that I was complaining.

"We could paint all the worlds purple if we wanted to, eat pizza at three in the morning and revolve our days around guitar hero and sonic" He said.

"Daniel, I told you to do the dishes" His Mum shouted from downstairs.

Dan rolled his eyes at being scolded. "I mean it, someday Phil, someday".

"I really hope it happens someday" I smiled at him, before he left his room to tackle the dishes.

"Phil, Phil" Dan shouted, clicking his fingers in my face.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked you what you wanted to do for dinner" He replied.

"Oh I don't mind" I shrugged.

"Pizza it is then" Dan said, smiling to himself.

I thought about the flashback I just had, how young we were then and how different things were now. It seemed like such a long time ago, dreaming about it, lying on Dan's bed and now here we were. Nowadays, we shared a flat in London together. Sure it wasn't purple and we rarely ate pizza at three in the morning, but it was ours and only ours. No-one around to boss us around or to force us to do dishes. Dan was one the friend who's dreams actually came true, I knew there was something special about him the first time we met. I smiled to myself as I heard him on the phone ordering us pizza, at how he knew exactly what I wanted without even asking.

I watched as he wandered back in and sat down next to me on the sofa, I quickly looked him up and down. He was in sweats, a lazy t-shirt and his fluffy hat. It always surprised me how he could still manage to look amazing in his lazy clothes, not that he'd ever let me get away with saying that. The truth was, in those four years it had taken us to get here, somewhere along the way I fell for Dan. Maybe it was all the time we spent together or the constant nudging from our fans or maybe it was just inevitable – either way I had fallen hard. I even liked the stupid little things about him, how he would ramble without realizing or his hobbit hair that he despised.

At first I had been in denial, the idea of feeling something that strong for another guy terrified me. There had been plenty of times I had psyched myself up to tell him, but as soon as I seem him I chickened out. It wasn't so much the rejection I was scared of, I guess I was just scared of losing him. The rejection was almost expected, I was sure he didn't feel the same way. He constantly made jokes about the idea of us being together, since our fans were so persistent about it. But I knew he would never be serious about it. Sure he hadn't had a long term girlfriend in years now, but he was never done dating. It never led anywhere, usually just one night dates out somewhere – whilst I sat at home – wondering if the girl he was with even realized half of how lucky she was. It was just easier to watch from a safe place for all these years, that way I'd never have to lose.

Okay so new Phanfic, it's taken me a while to think this up and actually get around to writing this. But either way, I missed having a chaptered fic. Anyway, let me know if you think this story is worth continuing. My twitter name is; FizzyDanosaur. Thanks and bye :)