A/N: Okay, so, I haven't uploaded in a looong while, cause I've gone through a lot of fandoms lately and I've been hella busy with school. This story took me a while and I am so damn proud of it. It might be nothing that special, but all the effort I put in it was so worth it. I really hope you enjoy it. There is dying in here, but like not really - I mean , no one really dies. It's complicated, but you'll get it once you start reading. The Prologue is in Dan's POV, then chapter 1,2,3 in Phil's; then 4,5,6 in Dan's; 7,8,9 in Phil's again and the Epilogue is in Dan's. I promise, the chapters aren't as short as the Prologue, and it gets better with each chapter. Thank you for opening this stroy. Enjoy!
"All you do is steal my cereal and walk around the house in your pyjamas, doing nothing!" Dan shouted at Phil, anger soaking his words.
"Oh, yeah? You think this is what I do the whole day? You have no idea how busy I am! All I see you do is sit on the couch with your laptop on your lap, browsing through the internet!" Phil was usually the calm one from the two, but this was just too much.
"You don't even know what I'm doing! It's called working, Phil! Wait, come back here this instant!"
But it was too late – Phil was already out of the lounge and Dan could hear the slamming of his friend's bedroom door. That sobered him a little – Phil hadn't been that angry in years. Maybe their busy schedules were really getting to them. Dan let out a loud sigh and made his way to Phil's door. There, he hesitated – why should he be the one to apologize? He wasn't the only one shouting, after all. It was as much his fault as Phil's. Dan took a step back and went into his own room, closing the door behind his back loud enough, so Phil'd hear.