Dan woke up to Phil's arms around him. He furrowed his brow as he realized they were on the floor, "What the...?" He started before remembering the events of the day before. He sighed loudly, wanting nothing more than to be able to slap himself. He couldn't do anything, however as Phil's arms were restricting his grip.
Whenever Phil woke up, he automatically freaked out. Why was he on the ground? Why were his arms around something? Why was that something Dan? He briefly remembered Dan's yelling, his yelling, then the rest of the events. Dan was already awake, he noticed this shortly after he woke. "Hey," He said, his voice groggy. He realized he still had his arms around Dan, and he quickly removed them.
Once Dan registered that Phil's arms were no longer around him, he rolled a little ways from him, his face turning red, "Hi," He replied, his voice small and timid.
Phil offered a small smile, realizing how pusillanimous Dan was acting, "You okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy.
Dan nodded, standing, grabbing onto the edge of his bed for support, "Yeah, I'm fine, um breakfast?" He asked, checking the time on his phone.
"Oh, yes, food!" Phil exclaimed, standing alongside Dan.
Dan's parents were away at a wedding, or something, and his brother was away with a friend. Whenever everybody would be home, Dan had no idea.
The boys found there way down the stairs, into the kitchen. After many minutes of arguing, the boys decided on pancakes. Dan got the ingredients from the pantry as Phil found the dishes required.
The batter got mixed, but not without it making a huge mess on both of the boys, and before the knew it, pancakes were baking.
The two of them got so caught up in their random singing, they didn't realize whenever the pancakes started to burn. Only did they realize whenever Dan went to flip one.
"Phil," Dan called to the other side of the kitchen, eyes widening at the sight that laid in front of him.
Phil approached the stove where Dan stood, "Yes, Daniel?" He replied.
Dan couldn't help, but laugh at himself while looking at the ruined food in front of him, "Are pancakes suppose to be black?" He asked, examining both sides of their ruined breakfast.
Phil's eyes widened at the sight, and he joined in with Dan's laughing, "I don't know. Maybe you should eat one," He suggested, taking a seat at the counter behind him.
"Yeah, probably not," Dan responded, flipping the other pancakes in the pan, "Phil," He whined, throwing his head back, "They're all burnt."
Phil tried to contain his laughter watching the pancakes being flipped one by one. Sure enough, each one was more burned than the next, "Dan, I think it's safe to say that we're not going to be the next trendy breakfast chefs."
Dan flipped a pancake at the other, trying to keep a serious face, "Oh, screw you," He said, scraping the rest of the pancakes into the trash. Whenever he reentered the kitchen, he sat next to Phil, "What now?" He asked, sighing deeply.
"We could always retry," Phil said, his usual can do attitude showing through.
Dan pushed Phil off of the stool he had been sitting on, "No," He declared, his voice deadpanned, "That's too much effort."
Phil chuckled as he sat back on his stool, "Well, we've got to do something."
"Or we could just starve," Dan suggested, standing up to recheck the pantry.
Phil followed, "We both know we would rather be murdered than starve to death."
"You and your logic," Dan teased, skimming the shelves of food.
Phil picked up a box of cereal, walking back into the kitchen.
"Do you think you live here or something?" Dan asked following shortly after him, "Do you think you can just take any of my food, or use any of my bowls?"
"Yes, actually," Phil replied almost immediately, pouring some milk over the top of the now full bowl of cereal.
Dan rolled his eyes, grabbing his own bowl for cereal, "Well then, I guess you're welcome to anything in my house."
"As you are mine," Phil replied, walking to Dan's living room. He sat down in a chair that he had proclaimed 'his chair' the first time he and Dan had pulled an all nighter there.
Dan joined him shortly after, laying on the couch next to the chair.
The boys ate in silence for a short period of time before Netflix got turned on. They watched whatever came up, continuing to eat their breakfast.
At about two in the afternoon, the two decided they wanted lunch. After the pancake fiasco, however, they decided it would be better to just go out and grab food somewhere.
"Dan," Phil whined as he watched Dan straighten his hair, "You're taking fourteen hours."
Dan groaned, "It's been like twenty minutes," He corrected, running the heated iron down an already straight piece of hair, "Calm down."
"It's been fourteen hours if you round to the nearest fourteen," Phil insisted, "Remember, I can do math better than you."
The younger boy laughed, finally shutting off his straighter off, "There, and I didn't even take fifteen hours."
These were the kind of conversations Dan missed. The random, silly conversations about nothing in general. He missed Phil, and his random knowledge about random things. When Phil would complain about how long it took Dan to do his hair, or pick out an outfit.
After much arguing, mostly on Dan's part, Phil agreed to let him drive. Dan happily skipped downstairs, grabbing his keys off of the counter. He dragged Phil to the vessel, hurrying into the front seat. Then came their next argument. What to eat?
The debate lasted no less than ten minutes before they finally agreed on Chinese food. As they set off, Phil asked the question Dan had been trying to avoid all day.
"Hey, do you mind if Courtney comes?"