Dan's POV:

I was awoken that morning by stream of burning light that seared my eyelids. Groaning I covered them with my hands…ugh why does the sun have to be so bright. Luckily, it did not take too long for my eyes to adjust. Reaching over towards my phone my mind flashed back to the events of last night…when should I give it to him…or maybe I shouldn't…no I'll think about it later. Pushing the idea to the back of my mind I glance at the time: 11:00am…hmmm later than usual. It was a beautiful Monday morning and I have spent half of it in bed…well that's what you get for being a procrastinator. With great effort I sat up ready for the first job of the day: updating my danosaurs. Typing with increased eagerness I wrote:

"Good morning internet, still feeling stressed over that day dreamed argument, really should invest in some home comforts. #dantesers"

I re-read the tweet and then proceeded to post it. At that moment there was a knock on my bedroom door. However, the knocker did not wait for a response and slowly opened the door anyway: it was Phil…of course…

"Good morning," he mumbled with a dreary look about him and carrying what appeared to be a mug of coffee…aw the hello kitty mug…how nice…

"Morning…what's all this in aid of?" I enquired given that Phil rarely brought me coffee in the mornings. When he did it was when he fancied one of his "little chats" that usually consisted of him worrying and me attempting to give him some kind of advice. Phil placed the coffee onto my bed side table and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Oh it's nothing really…I was just wondering if you were ok," I took the coffee from the table and sipped it slowly.

"Why would anything be the matter?" He eyed me for a moment, brushing his jet-black fringe from his deep blue eyes.

With great concern he finally spoke, "I heard you pacing last night," Pausing in my drinking I stared at him, my eyebrow raised…great he heard me…ugh these stupid walls.

"There's no need to be worried," I smiled weakly, dismissing his concern "You know me," Phil smiled weakly also. "You know what my sleeping habits are like," His smile grew slightly.

"So you're perfectly fine then?...I mean I am only in the next room," I put down my coffee mug and gave an awkward laugh…not that I wouldn't like anything more than to sit down and tell him everything…

"Oh Phil," I laughed "You worry far too much,"

"Good," he exclaimed unconvinced "Well, must get on," He then got up from my bed and left the room. I was alone again. Frustrated, I swept my duvet from my form and got up…ugh why didn't I just tell him then…why must I be so insecure?

Phil's POV

I left the room swiftly, careful not to make the situation awkward. Narrowly missing a cable stretched across the carpet I headed towards the kitchen. Like an eager child in a sweet-shop I awaited the delight I was to experience with my breakfast, my favourite cereal: lucky charms…I could really do with some luck right now. With great anticipation I set my sights on that which contained my desire: the kitchen cupboard. My stomach growling I grasped the metal handle and pulled. Soon the smell of wood was hitting my nostrils and I was greeted by the ever-familiar multicoloured packaging…excellent…Like a starved lion cub I groped the cupboard for the box, my pale hand compressing on it's cardboard structure…hmm it seems lighter than usual. Then, after peeking through its pre-opened entrance I realise…the box is empty. It appears this lion is going to have to go hungry. With great disappointment I sighed deeply which coincided with Dan stepping over the threshold, carrying his empty coffee mug.

"What's up with you?" he enquired, placing the mug in the sink.

"Nothing," I replied placing the empty box into the bin "Hey I'm going to pop out in a bit…we've run out of cereal,"

He stared at me sympathetically…why must he stare for so long? His eyes are an abyss and I am being consumed. I smiled weakly, trying to hide my discomfort.

"Hey," he began "Why don't I pop round the shop for you?" Dumfounded I stood there for a moment…ugh why am I so awkward? "No, no…it's fi-,"

"Please I insist," he exclaimed "I could do with some fresh air," I simply stood their before my best friend, my lips curling slightly to form a smile.

"Thanks," I muttered, looking into his deep brown eyes. He shifted uncomfortably so I quickly turned my attention to the floor…why do I keep doing this to myself…to him…he doesn't feel the same.

Dan's POV

There was an awkward silence…why did he turn away…why, for once, won't he look at me? I continue to stare at his face for a few more seconds before breaking the silence.

"Well then," I said clearing my throat "I just go and slip some clothes on," I quickly hurried out of the kitchen leaving Phil standing alone in the kitchen…why can't I just tell?...the worst that could happen is that he could say no…I shook the thoughts from my mind knowing full well that it was not that simple. Sighing deeply I found myself back inside my room. I glanced over to my desk…just give it to him…you don't have to be there when he reads it…it's the perfect opportunity…Again, I shook the thoughts from my mind…I need to be their…I need to know honestly how he feels…Lazily, I gathered a few stray garments from the floor and slid into them, replacing my usual dark pyjama bottoms. The soft fabric was soothing against my skin, offering a comforting embrace…something I would much rather be getting from somewhere else. With another bit of forced energy I slipped my feet into my nearby Givenchy shoes and headed back out the room.

"See you in a little while," I heard Phil call from the kitchen softly…don't worry you will…and then everything will become clear.