It was a summers night in the city of London as the cars were driving past the open windows of Dan and Phil's apartment, where They were having 'The ultimate movie marathon' as Dan liked to call it. Even though they were best friends, everyone knew they would get together. Yet Phil keeps on denying the statement and simply replies with 'We're not together-together, just together!' Dan would always laugh at Phil's Rose-red face when he said it. He always knew that Phil was going to say it because it happens to many times to count. But Dan didn't mind it, Neither did Phil.
The room was filled with the screams and shouts of the victims on the TV. The walls suddenly dimmed a darker beige as the sun began to set. The Tv started to glow brighter as Dan moved closer to the screen, his knees dragging across the creme carpet; leaving phil huddled up in the couch. The kitchen cutlery began to move slightly on the hangers above the back of the oven, which made Phil shudder.
Phil quickly looked around him, snuggling into the blanket that he and Dan were once wrapped up in. Phil's eyes started to drift around the room, as if he was waiting for something to pop out at him. His eye brows matched his facial expression as the drifted to the balcony, a few thirty centimetres away from the carpet Dan was currently kneeling on. The curtains were open and the door was slightly ajar. Phil's eyes started to fill with the colour of fear as he covered his face up with the blanket.
The room fell silent, and all that was left was the heavy breathing of the fearing woman in the film; where she found herself hiding in the closet. Phil didn't realise what was going on. He slowly lifted his head up from the fleecy blanket.
An ear piercing scream screeched through the air before a jerky voice was heard. In the film, the woman had just been found and had been stabbed to death three times with a hatchet. The blood had been splattered on the screen, leaving Phil absolutely terrified. Even Dan had to look away. The murderer was wearing a mask with demonic patterns. Unfortunately, Phil looked up from his blanket at the wrong time and just burst into tears.
The sound of the Tv being shut off echoed the room, in unison with Phil's cries. Before Phil could shout Dan's name, Dan was already by his side; clutching his body. Phil cried into Dan's blue T-shirt whilst gripping onto his collar. Dan started to slowly rub his back and started to draw circles up and down his spine.
"Shhh… its ok, Philly…" He whispered, closing his eyes. Phil's grip started to loosen as he felt the patterns being drawn onto his clothing. He started to hiccup, yet sighing into Dan's neck. Dan would normally flinch away, but he gave an exception to Phil at this very moment. The patterns were soothing and it was unimaginable to feel the pleasure that Phil was feeling right about now. Phil suddenly felt his eyes begin to heave down, and they started to close.
His head became limp on Dan's shoulder, as soft snores began to emit from his mouth. Phil's body became limp as it fell slowly onto Dan, with Phil's arms wrapped around Dan's neck. Dan's eyes widened for a second at the distance between his face and Phil's, with Phil's lips skimming the corner of his chin. With the minimal ammount of moment as possible, Dan tried to move Phil to the spare bedroom, but Phil just wouldn't let go. His soft whimpers made Dan smile, as the grip on his collar tightened.
"Cute..." Dan whispered, with a smile slowly moulding onto his face. He guesses he's going to sleep here with Phil tonight, because Phil wasn't going to have any of it. But soon after Dan smiled, his eyes started to close, as he fell into a deep sleep; taking him, Phil, and nothing else with them.
