Just a one-shot to see if I'm good enough to actually be on this site.


"Oh, come on Dan!" Phil whined "Why won't you do something?"

Phil just stood there, hand stretched out to me in an attempt to get me off of my butt. However, I was extremely happy just sat there, looking at the way his hair was completely tousled from when he was trying to do a forward roll.

He failed, and so now was making me play games with him.

"Phil, I don't want to do anything. Why can't we just lay here and talk?"

"Because, dearest Daniel, that would be boring."

"No it wouldn't."

"Yes it would."

"No it would't."

"Yes it would."

Instead of continuing the argument, I just grabbed Phil's arms and pulled down, hard.

"Ow! That hurt."

"Oh, hush."

Once we were both sat down, I thought of something we could do.

"Hey Phil, wanna play the telepathy game?"

When we were younger, we used to play games all the time. We could never sit still. And so, when we were yelled at for annoying the crap out of everyone, we used to sit down and play the telepathy game.

Phil looked extremely bewildered. I couldn't help but think of how beautiful his eyes are when they're clouded with confusion.

"We haven't played that in years."

"That's a reason in itself then, isn't it."

Adjusting myself so that I was opposite him, I asked the person I have been in love with for years what I was thinking.

"Llama."

"It's not Llama!"

"It's always Llama."

"Not this time! Think harder, Philleep." I say in a french accent. He just sighs.

"Placenta."

"Nope."

"I give up."

"You give up far too easily! Anyway, MY TURN. The word you are thinking iiiiisss... Lion!"

"Yeah, you're right. I really should start thinking of other things."

I laugh, because there was obviously some sort of implied innuendo in the comment.

"Your turn agaaain! Wait, let me think of something."

You do realize this is the perfect moment to tell him.

Tell him what?

That you love him and have done ever since you first met.

what? No! I can't do that! He'll hate me.

Never know until you try.

"Got one." I say, blushing.

"You are thinking of.. Oh screw it, Daniel Howell, I love you and I need to tell you before I literally explode."

Shocked, I whisper "You guessed it."

And that's when our lips collide for the first time.