Meeting The Parents 3

DANS POV

Me and Phil walked over to the kettle and Dan switched it on. Phil made sure they had both made themselves comfy on the sofa before he leant over and whispered to Dan, "So the hell begins."

6pm

"So what's for dinner?" Phil's mum asked brightly.

The day has been grudgingly slow for me and Phil. We've been up and down getting numerous fricking cups on tea every 10 minutes.

We've only been allowed a measly 15 minutes to sit down and check the internet. Now we're all sat down, all four of us, to be 'social'. I have to say, being 'social' isn't my greatest talent.

"Erm, what would you like?" I asked. I yawned slightly.

"We have Mexican," Phil offered.

Both our mums nodded their heads. Me and Phil stood up once more and slumped over the kitchen.

"Oh, switch on the kettle while you're at it," Mum added. Me and Phil groaned. It was going to be a long evening.

7:30

"Mum not meaning to be rude, but we didn't plan when you were leaving," I asked, timidly.

"Er, not sure," mum said, thinking. "Afternoon?"

"Tomorrow afternoon?" I said, finding it hard not letting my mouth fall into a big O shape.

"Yes tomorrow."

"But where are you going to sleep?" Phil asked.

"I was wondering that myself," Mum said. "Didn't you sort it?"

"We didn't know you were staying over!" Dan cried, a little louder than he expected.

"Well you do have a sofa," Mum said.

"There's two of you," Phil pointed out.

I knew where Mum was going with this but I didn't want to say yes.

"Yes. Tow bedrooms. One sofa. Two people. Two GUESTS."

I couldn't ignore it. Mum knew I knew what she meant.

"You two can sleep in our rooms," Dan said, trying to hide his sigh.

Phil's mum shook her head and tried to decline, but while I was under Mum's glaring eye I had to say it was fine.

10:00

NOBODY'S POV

"I feel like a parent," Phil said. "Children to bed, now we can do what we want."

Dan chuckled . "But we still need to sort out OUR sleeping arrangements."

"There's sleeping bags in the cupboard," Phil said. "I told you they'd come in useful."

When he returned from getting them he lay the sleeping bags out. "I'll sleep on the floor, you can sleep on the sofa."

"That's fine, Phil, I'll sleep on the floor."

Dan didn't really know why he was declining. Usually he'd laugh and take advantage of Phil's kindness. But he didn't want to. He wanted to act gentlemanly. He wanted to be nice to Phil.

"I want to Dan, it's okay."

"I'm not sleeping on the sofa. It will make me feel bad," Dan said. "Take it while you can."

"I'm not sleeping on the sofa either," Phil said, "It would make me feel like I'm hogging it."

"Well, then we'll both have to sleep on the floor," Dan said, giggling slightly.

As they set it up they laughed and made stupid jokes, and they felt almost 14.

They lay down right next to each-other, grateful of the warmth from each-other's bodies.