Chapter Two

Unforeseen Topics...

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying this and that you continue to. I tried to insert some general Phil and Dan humour, and I hope it wasn't unrealistic.

And I read something where the author wrote something like, "the butterflies fluttered their wings like a drumroll in my throat, making it nearly impossible to speak, but I managed." So, when you come across the part about the butterflies, that's why.

EDIT: Apparently if you copy only the text from word, it removes italics. So I went back and fixed them. I also inserted the character POV. By the way, italics indicate thought by the character.

I will, I repeat, I will go down with this ship. Even if it turns out to be the Titanic, I will go down. With pride.

I own nothing… duh.

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Dan, Third-Person

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Even by recent standards, Phil was being weird. First, he practically fell over as soon as he walked in the door. Well, that wasn't the weird part, but that's where it had started. Dan noted how he had been perfectly fine all day, as far as he could tell. Besides having his nose up to his computer screen and the binding of Order of the Phoenix all day, Dan hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. Maybe that's what was weird with him all day. Phil was avoiding me? Dan shook his head, banishing the thoughts. That's ridiculous. Why would Phil avoid me?

Then, he'd nearly left the food at the door. Which was especially odd, all things considered. He'd have to have been completely occupied or desperate to leave so much, he'd forgotten them entirely. Not to mention the color he'd turned when Dan had pointed it out.

Then, Phil had zoned out. Why, Dan wasn't sure. The only clue he'd had to go on was that Phil had been watching him stir the food in the pan. He couldn't find anything logically related to stir fry that Phil had been so interested in that he'd zone out, so he hadn't said anything.

After that, he'd spilled about 'misplacing' his flash drive. Dan wanted to shake his head at the thought. Phil was too forgetful for his own good. Dan remembered how flushed Phil had become, how the delicate crimson had rushed through his cheeks. How he had bit his silky-looking lips and how Dan wondered what it would be like to be kissed by thos- Woah woah, slow down cowboy. It was his conscience, and it sounded oddly like Chris. Soo... you want to kiss Phil, then?

Well, uhm, not exactly. But- his reply was interrupted, though.

Oh I see, Dan could only picture the wicked grin that would match the tone of 'Chris'' voice. You want to be kissed by Phil... correct?

Too. he admitted, biting his lip unconsciously.

Well make it happen, Casanova. Then get back to muah.

The wave of determined adrenaline that flooded Dan's bloodstream was startling, as was the sight of Phil at his bedroom door.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, you okay?" he asked gingerly, his words soaked in concern. The thought of Phil having such concern for Dan brought butterflies to his throat, making it nearly impossible to answer him, but somehow he managed without sounding like a dying cat.

"Yeah, I'm better than okay." he answered, clenching his hand into a fist at his side to contain himself. Instead of his brain being fuzzy and unclear, all of his senses were on overdrive.

Phil gave him a disbelieving look, his one eyebrow raised and his blue-grey eyes searching his face. Dan flashed him a tight smile, which only seemed to strengthen his suspicions. He shook it off, literally he shook his head shortly as if shaking a leaf from his hair, and plowed on.

"Okay, well, anyways- Do you know where the rocket pops are?" he asked, his ears a subtle pink. Dan cast him a doubtful look, making an effort to keep the sarcasm at a bare minimum.

"Where they always are... the fridge." he said, rather slowly.

Phil rolled his eyes, frowning slightly.

"I know that!" his words were like little pinches to the skin, his eyebrows scrunched together slightly. "I mean, I can't find them." he exhaled, apparently irritated. Dan got up and led him to the kitchen of their admittedly impressive flat. The fridge made a sharp popping noise as it swung open. The food items made scraping sounds of protest as they were shuffled about in the search of the icicle pops. A smug smirk made its way onto Dan's lips upon discovery of the elusive box.

"You mean these?" he asked innocently, holding up the brightly colored box as evidence. Phil drew his lips into a tight line, his ears considerably brighter than before.

"Oh shut up." he muttered, swiping the box from his hands and grabbing a pop before making his way to the sofa.

"Since I found them I get one too!" Dan called, smiling to himself. He thought he heard a muttered response that sounded like "Sure sure..."

"I think we're watching a bit too much of our favorite sparkling friends, don't you, Phil?" Dan chuckled, the box making a muted thud as it was tossed into the fridge.

"Oh yes, the thoughts of a certain 'devilishly handsome' vampire-ninja-Jedi are invading my mind like that—" he shuddered, evidently creeped out. "Naked picture of Susan Boyle." Dan followed suit, trying to flood his mind with anything but the thought of Susan Boyle nude.

"That was traumatic Phil, thanks for reminding me." he replied sarcastically, savouring the sight of the pink coursing through Phil's uniquely pale cheekbones. "And he wasn't a vampire-ninja-jedi, that'd be too epic for 'Edwardo Cool-len'." Phil laughed, that little quirk of his making an appearance. Dan loved it, the way Phil's tongue peeked out when he laughed. It made him all the more special. Dan managed to make his way over to Phil so that he was a few mere inches away from his grey-blue eyes.

"So, my lovely assistant, have we any ideas for new videos?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Phil's eyes widened, noticing how close they were, and quickly looked away. The crimson that bloomed across his face brought a wicked smirk to Dan's lips. "Does my breath stink or something, Phil?" he asked innocently, even though he knew full well they were minty fresh.

"Oh, not at all. I swear on Venus." he relied quickly, fiddling with his fingers.

Dan lifted an eyebrow, as if to say 'What?'.

"Why Venus?"

"Because, it's the Roman form of Aphrodite." he answered timidly, his eyes avoiding Dan's somewhat.

"Afro-who?" a spark of remembrance struck in his eyes as he realised. "Isn't she the goddess of love?"

"Very good Daniel." Phil chuckled lightly. "Yes, she is. She is an Olympian goddess, of love and lust." he recited as if he had swallowed an encyclopedia. Dan nodded, his lips pursed.

"Mmm, and you swear on her why, exactly?"

Phil looked rueful at the return of the topic. Like it was an old enemy he had yet to defeat.

"Because she was the first thing that popped into my head, why? Would you rather have me swear on Zeus, or Jupiter?" he asked, almost defensively.

"No, just curious, that's all." Dan replied simply, slipping the rocket popsicle into his mouth. Phil cast him an odd look before resuming his popsicle consumption. Dan stared at the television, but he wasn't watching it, not really. His plan was solidifying from its previously misty state, becoming more and more cohesive. As long as every step went to plan, everything would fall into place.

But Dan knew why he never planned; his plans were always faulty someone along the line...

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~~~END~~~

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Cliffhanger! ((dun dun dun))

Ah, yes, I am evil. Well, at least partially.

As I have started to finish stories before I actually upload them, the next chapter should be rolling out soon.

As always, I hope you are well and that this has brightened your day!