Dan's POV:
It had been a week and a half since that the incident on the sofa with Phil and things had only gotten weirder. I couldn't bring myself to act normal around him, not the way I used to him. I felt constantly on edge whenever he just so much as walked into the same room as me. All of a sudden he wasn't the same Phil I knew, he wasn't my best friend that I felt nothing but comfortable around. But don't get me wrong, it wasn't his fault. Something had changed with me and I felt awful for acting this way.
I wanted to get back to normal, but I didn't know how. I wanted to be able to just hang out whenever we wanted, like we used to – no planning involved. I headed to Phil's room, maybe this was what I needed – just to spend some time with him. Music was playing, reasonably loudly too. I knocked, getting no reply – he hadn't heard me. I took matters into my own hands and twisted the handle, entering his room. There he stood, in a pair of jeans and nothing else. I scanned over his toned torso, he wasn't exactly muscular, but there was something about his pale skinny body that-
Dan, what are you saying? I had seen him shirtless plenty of times, we'd lived together for years now.
"Oh hey sorry, I didn't know you were standing there" Phil laughed and pressed a button on his laptop that turned the music down.
"I knocked but you mustn't have heard me" I stammered, still continuing to scan his body.
My eyes flicked back up to his face, I noticed him staring at me strangely. But then again, what did I expect? I had just been blatantly staring at them.
"That's okay, what's up?" He asked, flashing me a toothy grin.
My heart was racing, I couldn't go out with him now.
"Um, nothing, it doesn't matter" I mumbled.
I exited his room quickly, retreating to my room and slamming the door behind me. I sat on the floor with my back against the door, pulling my knees into my chest and burying my head. What was wrong with me? Why was I screwing everything up? Things were working so well with Phil and I, until I had to mess things up by getting these weird
feelings. I just had to hope it was only temporary.
Phil's POV:
"Um, nothing, it doesn't matter" He mumbled and left my room – I heard a door slam a couple of seconds later.
Dan had been acting weird for days now, since that night we fell asleep together. I couldn't help but blame myself and convince myself he knew about my feelings. There was no other explanation to why he was acting so weird, I never wanted him to find out. I hadn't expected them to be reciprocated.
I walked past his bedroom, pausing for a second. I considered going in, but it wasn't a good idea. Instead I decided to head out, I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I was going out.
I had ventured into town, with no purpose other than to just waste time. I decided to hit shake away first, surely a milkshake would cheer me up. I slumped down on one of the few chairs in the shop, slurping on my drink. Usually I came here with Dan, I hardly ever sat on my own.
"Sorry, can I use this napkin?" A voice behind me asked.
I turned around to see a girl standing behind me, with the remains of what looked like milkshake over her shirt and the rest over the table.
I stifled a laugh, I always laugh in the wrong situations.
"Need some help?" I asked the flustered looking girl.
"That'd be nice" She said, smiling at me.
I grabbed some more napkins from the counter and began drying up the table as she cleaned herself up. As far as strangers went, she seemed nice. She had long sandy coloured hair and very pale skin.
"As you can tell I'm not the most coordinated person" She smiled grimly.
"I know how that feels" I chuckled. "Phil, Phil Lester".
"Oh my name is Chloe Carter" She said back.
"I can't believe you watch that too" I laughed.
"Of course, it's only the best programme ever" She laughed in return.
"I seriously thought my friend Dan and I were the only ones who watched it" I smiled.
I had spent the last couple of hours with Chloe, I wasn't normally the type to start talking to strangers but after her milkshake incident I felt like I had to. But she was actually pretty cool, she liked a lot of the same stuff as me, which was rare. The stupid thing was, I was out with virtually my perfect girl and here I was still thinking about my best friend. My feelings were so strong it made me nauseous.
"Well I had a fun past few hours, thanks" Chloe smiled.
"It was no problem, I had fun cleaning up your milkshake" I laughed.
I watched her expression turn into a cringe and then back to a bright smile.
"This might be a bit forward, but here's my number, I don't meet many guys like you" She smiled.
