Dans POV:
For a moment i don't know what to say to him. Do i act cool? Do i run away? Do i pour out all my confused mess of feelings? Do i deny everything? Each one seems rather appealing in its own way.

Phils POV:
A small noise wakes me from my awkward slumber. I look up to see Dan stood above me looking shell shocked. He has obviously just returned, and looks pretty rough. Im guessing he got my note, or else remembers the events of the previous night from the look of panic he is currently observing me with.

Well i guess he is leaving it up to me to break the somewhat extended silence. I scrabble in my brain for coherent words to string together. I had just settled upon saying 'hi' to him, but as i open my mouth to do so, something wells up in me. At first o think i am about to have some kind of emotional breakdown, when i suddenly realise that something it LITERALLY rising up inside of me. I quickly throw myself from the couch, pushing dan aside. He cries out in dismay, apparently also unable to form actual words yet as i streak through the small flat towards the bathroom. I reach the toilet just in time and nosily vomit into the bowl. After about a minute or two of self conscious wretching i lift me head. Dan is stood by the door, with an odd expression of his face. Its something like concern but rapidly entering the neighborhood of amusement. He holds out a glass of water to me, as i plop my ass down on the bathroom floor instead of kneeling on the hard tiles. He leans over me, pulling a face at the smell and flushes the toilet.
"Thanks" i say thickly.
He looks down at me. He looks calmer, more in control of his emotions than when he woke me. Suddenly we both start laughing.

Dans POV:
While Phil was throwing up in the toilet i realised something. Phil is human. I know that sounds stupid and obvious but when you think about someone so much but are not actually with them you form this false idea of who they are. You alter their characteristics to how you imagine them to be in your head, and it is very easy to confuse your made up version with the actual thing. People do it to their idols and celebrities all the time. This is why, more often than not, we are disappointed in them when we actually find out something real about them. I realised i had done this to Phil in my head. I had given him a new identity. That of perfection. That of disgust towards me. So only now as i heard him unceremoniously puking loudly into a toilet bowl, on all fours after a rough night, did it dawn on me that although Phil is amazing, he is not this perfect super human guy that is judging me. He will understand. He knows what its like to make mistakes, or do irrational things. We can get to the bottom of this! He IS my best friend after all!

we laugh together.

Phils POV:

still snorting Dan slides down the opposite wall of the bathroom his leg extended in front of him, mimicking my position but against the opposite wall. our feet are almost touching. i don't know why i acknowledged this fact, but it burns brightly in my head refusing to be ignored. his proximity has never been something my brain was interested in before...

"your an idiot Phil, you know your a light weight!" Dan smiles at me clearly just joking around, breaking the ice or whatever. it works. i find myself inflating with mocking indignation.

"hey! i was genna take it easy, but you where the one pushing the drinks on me!"

Dan blushed, "God Phil, you make it sound like i was trying to get you drunk for some ulterior motive..." he trailed off, embarrassed by what he had said.

it embarrassed me too, but i figured that we had to talk about it at some point. i laughed though. "yeah, well spin the bottle kind of did that for us didn't it?!"

"Damn that bottle of revolving fate! it stole my plan!" he said it still mockingly, but i was almost certain that he was trying to say something else, something more...

one of us had to be brave, and come out with it and say what was on out minds. as usual Dan left it to me.

i got up, wondering how to phrase what i needed to say to him. all the while my brain was playing catch up, still unsure of how i actually felt. i filled the short silence by clattering around at the sink and brushing my teeth to remove the taste of sick. Dan stayed on the floor.

suddenly he spoke. he seemed to have worked out what he needed to say, unlike me, and for once he seemed to be prepared to take the hit that honestly rewarded.

"to be honest, i don't regret it. it was odd mate i won't deny. but...well, it wasn't awful...in fact..."

i spat out my toothpaste, and swiveled around to face him. he was stood up right behind me. in that moment i looked at him. i looked at what i saw everyday, but in a new way. like the way you look at your house differently after it snows. it is familiar yet so alien. this intrigued me, and i let my eyes explore his face. his dimples, his slightly flicked nose, his brown polished eyes, his smooth skin, his lips...

"in fact?" i almost whispered.

his eyes flicked towards my lips, so i bent down and our lips collided. his where slightly parted and i immediately fitted mine to the shape of his. for several minutes we stood there. gradually growing more confident. his mouth was warm, and soft.

suddenly he warped his arms around me in a tight embrace, pulling me closer to him. i could feel the shape of his lean boyish frame against mine. as he did this the kissing grew more urgent. i grabed his lower lip between my teeth and tugged slightly. he made a small noise of surprise and ever so slightly pulled his mouth away, leaning his forehead on mine.

I was suddenly worried that i had crossed some unknown line, when he said breathlessly,

"... in fact it was actually pretty phenomenal", before he crushed his lips back to mine, igniting something previously unlight just behind my chest.