"Is this really alright? I mean I don't want to mess anything up. It's all of a sudden too! Shouldn't I get some sort of training or something before I ... you know ... ruin everything!?" Phil whines with uncertainty, but the excitement seen dancing across his eyes contradicts his voice.

"Of course it's alright Phil, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think it would be, and don't worry, my coworkers and I will take good care of you. I already informed my manager you're coming and he's more than thrilled that you agreed to join so soon." I explain while listening to the click of the key locking the glass door of the store.

Last evening was more than eventful. After agreeing to join Phil and his family for Christmas it strangely took hours of begging Phil yesterday during our 'outing' to join me in at least one Radio show. I managed to convince him, though I'm almost certain he's been dreaming for an opportunity like this.

We decided to meet up the next day in the early hours of the morning in front of his little shop. Seeing as it wasn't too far from the station and Phil mentioning something about needing to water some of his plants, it was deemed a perfect meet up point.

As Phil locks up his store under my multiple reminders to do so, we don't need anyone breaking in during the day, I couldn't help but stare at Phil fumbling and question how I managed to get this lucky. It was obvious that Phil and I get along quite well; and to think our paths crossed just for the sole fact that I actually decided to spend some time outside, it must have been destiny.
I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement for today's show, as it would be my first time working alongside someone in a long time. To think that just yesterday I was breaking down and stressing myself out at the fact that I would have to work with someone. Of course I know not to get my hopes up too high as Phil is just coming for the day as a test trial.

We make small talk while heading over to the station in fast movements. The cold weather is beginning to take effect and makes me regret not taking my gloves.
"Agh I'm so scared, yet excited, yet mortified at the same time!" Phil exclaims stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Same here! I've haven't worked along side someone while hosting in such a long time, I'll have to get used to it!" I reply.
"What should I be expecting Dan? Is it super scary will I be judged for my every move, what if I stutter, will they yell at me if I make a mistake?!" Phil rants, his eyes glowing in the cold morning light.

"Don't stress Phil," I chuckle, "it's a laid back place, fast paced of course, but everyone is kind and welcoming. You'll only be doing hosting, and if you want you can observe for most of it and get the feel for it." I explain as we merge into a busier walkway.

Phil hums letting his breath release a cloud into the air.
"There's quite a lot to it isn't there..." Phil mumbles mostly to himself.
For a moment there's a comfortable silence between us.

"Are you part of the behind the scenes as well Dan?" Phil asks staying close to my side as the number of people multiply.
"I was, but that ended in a complete disaster." Phil laughs at my response. "My manager decided it would probably be best for me to just stick to hosting. I should probably warn you now, not to touch anything." Phil nods and we weave around a corner.

As we approach the building I check the time on my phone 7:32 am. We're almost a half an hour earlier. Perfect. I wanted the extra time to show Phil around and to give him some extra time to calm his nerves.
We enter the building and both of us sigh happily at the welcoming warmth. I scan the area for a familiar face and smile at the sight of my manager by the front desk.
I signal Phil to follow me, and we quietly approach. He notices our presence almost instantly and a wide smile stretches his face.
"Daniel! There you are, and you must be Philip," he smiles gesturing to Phil. They shake hands and exchange smiles, "Daniel told me all about you, I can't thank you enough for helping us out here," my manager laughs.
"No, if anything I'm honored to be here, I've always wanted a chance to try being a Radio host, so this is amazing," Phil speaks happily.

The manager turns to me and smiles, "Thank you Daniel, I'm surprised you managed to get Philip to agree so fast. You two must be close friends!"

Phil and I laugh in response, "Oh no, we honestly met three days ago, I'm just as surprised as you are Sir," I speak softly between the laughs that slip between sentences.

"I mean I couldn't say no to your endless begging Daniel; the desperate look in your eyes, the tears, oh the pitiful state you were in yesterday!" Phil swoons with mockery.
My mouth widens speechlessly and my cheeks redden, "I didn't do that! If anything you were the one begging 'Oh please Dan let me help you, I'll do anything for you'," I imitate Phil with exaggeration, snorts of laughter escaping my wide smiles as we continue to bicker.

Laughing from my manger caused our banter to end abruptly, "Well, this is definitely going to work out well," I glance at Phil with a shrug as he answers me with a look of confusion. "I haven't seen Daniel talk with this much enthusiasm since his first day working here, I really hope you enjoy your experience here Philip."
He gives us both a subtle smile before glancing down briefly at his wrist, "Well you two better start heading up if you want to give Philip a chance to learn how the place works."
I nod and usher Phil towards the elevator.
"Oh, and Daniel," I turn towards my manager, "Sorry about making you work that long shift yesterday, You'll just have the usual today," I smile widely and say a quick thank you before quietly slipping into the old elevator with Phil.

"And here's where we work our magic," I state letting Phil into the sound booth. I observe his reaction and smile as his eyes glow with curiosity and childish excitement.
It was around 7:50 as of now, and Phil was more than excited to explore the radio floor.

I give a small wave of goodbye to the morning hosts as they finish their shifts and watch as my coworkers set up their station for our show. They all seemed to enjoy Phil's presence as a change of pace, and were sure to introduce themselves to him and coax him of any stress he may have had. Thankfully it seems to have helped, as Phil looks to be more relaxed as of now.
"I think I'll be okay to start right away Dan! I'm hyped," he smiles widely as he looks around the room. I nod to him in response as a peace falls between us. I watch as he explores, making sure nothing is broken in the process.
Phil walks over to the three Neumann mics attached to the metal arms, inspecting the contraption closely.

Phil's fingers delicately trace over one of the filters in front of a mic as if it would shatter under his soft touch. His breaths are small and slip between his slightly parted lips, a chill runs up my spine, giving the illusion of the room being cold.

My breath catches and for some reason its as if time has stopped and the man before me aged eighty years.
Phil's gaze holds a certain trance; filled with a dark light of what seems like envy and fondness. His breath seems to slow and his stance looks heavy and broken. An emotionless soft smile sits on his lips, but I'm unsure of its sincerity.

I step towards him breaking the odd aura the filled the room, "We'll be using two mics, one for me and one for you," I whisper, as it almost feels like I'll break the man before me if I speak any louder.
Phil turns to me and beams with his signature child smile and just like that the aura disappears, "I'm really excited to start! How much longer?"
I fish out my phone and glance at the time, "Ten more minutes Phil, I'll quickly teach you some basic controls on the sound board you can use during the show." I smile pushing one of the mics aside as I go through some silly sound affects and dials.

We both stand quiet as the last song before the intro plays, both our headphones are on as Phil, with a smile, fidgets beside me with restless excitement and fear.
Taking a deep breath I see my coworker on the other side of the glass screen nod to me. I give Phil a quick nod as the BBC intro plays before starting the show, "Good Morning London, Daniel Howell here today at 8:02 am and today to mix things up for a change we have something special for all of you!" My voice drips with an enthusiasm that I normally fake, "Today for you we have a special guest, one of my close friends, introduce yourself!" I nudge Phil and his giddy excitement almost topples him over, "Good Morning I'm Phillip Lester!"
I laugh at his voice dripping with a mixture of nerves and laughter.
"Welcome to the BBC Radio 1, Phil! I'm sure you're very excited to be here," I stare at Phil while talking, and he looks at me with a slight panic. Too long of a pause ensues and I myself start to panic. With quick thinking I usher him to talk while pointing to myself, pretend that you're just talking to me.

He blinks and then nods, getting my message and I watch as his stature seems to relax and his hands that were previously gripping his side unfold.

"More then excited, I'm surprised I haven't broken anything here yet with my lanky arms, I can be quite clumsy," he laughs, the nervousness that was there before begins to disappear and I'm left to wonder how he managed to get a hang of this so quickly.

"Yes, please do not break anything or you will be getting quite the lengthy bill to take home as a souvenir," I scrunch my nose towards him and smile.

"Oh gosh, Maybe I should just bubble wrap myself now, I do not have a billion pounds laying around," Phil giggles.

"Well we don't want you suffocating either Lester, how about we just glue your arms to your side, so at least you can't knock things down," I snort.

"Sounds like a good compromise, but please promise me you'll unglued me afterwards, I don't think it'll be easy eating like that," we both laugh.

"Well then," I turn back towards the microphone. "Phil Lester will be here with me for the day so send in some questions for him via Twitter and later on we'll have a chance for you to call in to ask him some personally. For now let's get back to our variety music, playing now will be..."

The next song plays and I turn off both of our microphones and slip off my own headphones, Phil follows in suit with a contagious smile plastered on his face.
"Oh god, I did it, I was on live radio," he bumbles with excitement. I laugh, "You still are," I point towards the camera sat between us on the ceiling. I give it a small wave and watch Phil also give his own small wave. "I can't believe that I made it to the other side of the screen," Phil mumbles with a smile.

"I'm impressed though, you seem like a natural Phil, if I didn't know any better I would think you do this for a living," I imply as I walk over to a small counter over to the side.

"God no, my knees are still shaking, I don't know if I could do this for a living," he gives his legs a emphasized shake as I walk back over to him with a whiteboard paired with its own marker in either hand. I give him one, "You can write whatever you want, but avoid swear words and brand names," I laugh as his eyes sparkle at the sight of the board.
"This is so cool," Phil squeaks; he pops open his blue marker and writes 'Hello' with a lopsided smiley face in the corner before lifting it to the camera to let the video audience see. I laugh and shake my head at Phil.

As he wipes away his creation, I walk over to a side screen watching some Twitter responses already arrange themselves for us to read. So many already.
"Wow that's a lot of questions," I jump at the feeling of Phil's breath crawling down my neck. I slap him away while screeching and covering my neck, "Don't do that!" Phil giggles and a sly smile plays on his lips in his new discovery, "So you're ticklish huh Dan," the colour drains from my face knowing that he'll never forget that tidbit of information.

"We should have enough time for a few more questions from Twitter. This one is from Carina 'how tall are you? You're as tall as Dan! Do tall people attract each other or something?'" I laugh and Phil hums in consideration while staring me down, "I have no idea how tall I am exactly but I might be as tall as Dan; here stand behind me."

Phil turns his back, careful not to tangle himself in the headphone cord, and I copy him. I take a sharp breath as I feel his warm back against mine and his head lean on the back of mine.
I feel his large hand graze across the top of my head almost tangling his fingers in my hair until I hear him grumble in frustration, "Dang it, I think you're just barely taller than me Dan!"
I can feel my cheeks red with embarrassment; I laugh nervously, "Well we are still both quite tall, over 6 feet for sure."
"Maybe we have like beacons on our head that connect us to other tall people," Phil laughs. I face-palm with a smile on my lips, "Yeah, I don't think so, or I would know more tall people."

I look at the time left before our next song is to play, "well we should have time for one more question. This one is from Jayden 'how did you two meet?'," I read aloud for Phil.

He hums, obviously fond of what's whirling around in his mind, "Well to say in the least it was interesting. You see I own a little old flower shop, and on a particularly cold evening Dan here deemed my shop as a perfect spot to gather some warmth," I fiddle with my thumbs in embarrassment So he knew I didn't actually come to buy some plants.

"Now to me this was a dream come true, after spending years watching Dan live on BBC I became a huge fan, I was speechless 'the Daniel Howell is standing in my shop!?'."
He imitates a surprised reaction.
"Oh please you flatter me Phil," I laugh in mockery, but to be honest it feels good, there's something special and exciting to put a face on a fan you see on Twitter.

Phil laughs as he continues, "I was in such a state shock I wasn't even able to get an autograph or anything and before I knew it he was gone! Gone forever! I thought I would never see him again!" Phil cried, "But as if luck was shining down on me the very next day there he was again! Since then we've started getting along, and I think it's safe to say we are quite close friends now!" Phil states triumphantly.

I stifle a laugh, "definitely."

I catch his sight, allowing myself to take in the beauty of his eyes for a moment.
Full of joy, his eyes seem to glow in the relatively dark room. His irises resemble that of a winter day; quiet, cold, but so calming. It's brought to my attention that his eyes are not just a simple sheet of blue but rather a collage of blues, greens, and yellows, amplifying the beauty of them. They make my eyes darker and duller than they seem in comparison.

My line of thought is shaken abruptly and the blood rushes quickly to my cheeks as I realize the intimacy of staring deeply into ones eyes.
I fake a cough, breaking the trance we had between the two of us, "Well that's the end of our Twitter questions for today, later on we'll have time for a chance to call in and ask Phil here a question personally. For now let's get back to our more music variety!"

I sigh deeply as I slip off my headphones and flick the microphone off. I turn back to Phil, jumping slightly when realizing he hasn't moved since we locked eyes.
I shuffle in place, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with his gaze on me.
"Um P-Phil you alright?"

His expression snaps to one of surprise, like he was just woken up.
"Ah sorry!" He covers his mouth realizing he was still on air, earning him a few laughs from my coworkers.
Flustered, he shakes off his headphones as I turn off his mic.

"Sorry, sorry I'm still getting used to this." He mumbles with embarrassment while writing 'I'm sorry' on his white board and showing it to the camera.
I chuckle, "Don't worry I was the same when I first started as well, it's something you get use to."
Phil gives an appreciative smile, erasing his board.

"Well we have a bit of time before we're live again, so we have a bit of a break," I laugh uncomfortably, fiddling with my hands. Why am I so awkward?
Phil is silent once again staring at me. What's he looking at?!

"Ah, sorry," he flushes, "I just noticed how pretty your eyes are," Phil smiles.

My eyes widen and cheeks flush, does this man have no shame?!
I attempt to cover my cheeks stuttering, "w-what, my what? I think you might be blind Phil, I have the most unoriginal eyes ever!"

"No! I mean well yes brown eyes are quite popular, but yours have some sort of depth to them that I've never seen before. Like, they might be a simple sheet of brown, but it's like I'm looking into a forest late at night, all dark and mysterious!"

I snort, flushing profusely all while failing to keep it hidden. "What are you some kind of fanfiction writer, Phil?"

"Well I'll have you know I do have a degree in Language and Linguistics, so I am quite knowledgeable in the art of writing," Phil swoons, a cocky smirk teasing me.

"Are you now Philly," I challenge him.

"Of course, I bet I could make anything sound beautiful with the power I hold."

"Ha! You wish!" smirks lining both our faces, any embarrassment between the two of us long gone.

"I can turn anything here into a positive, amazing, beautiful story! Go on and challenge me Daniel,"

"Well then mate, what about these wires over here. Tangled, pushed aside, a hopeless mess, how on earth can you make a beautiful story from that!" Fire dances in my eyes, I never felt this challenging rush before.

Phil is silent for a moment before clearing his throat, " An on going storm, one that threatens the safety of those around it, however, something that is unable to be avoided. Though it seems of nothing but a nuisance, it provides others things they themselves cannot obtain. An on going storm, one that cannot be contained, one that cannot be controlled, one that is never forgotten."

Phil's voice recites his story like a poem being sung. His voice deep. Making me almost beileve that the mess of wires actually hold importance.

I am in shock, awe covering me like a blanket. I never thought someone could make a story so quickly about wires.

I grunt, damn it, that was actually pretty good.

"Well then 'Mr. I'm great at speaking' try me," I smirk, now this will be a challenge!

"W-what?"

"That's right, me. A boring old guy, who hasn't done much with his life besides work, eat, and sleep. What kind of 'beautiful' story can you great about me?"

Phil stares blankly at me, processing my words. His cheeks seem to flush.
Of course I know he can't do it, it's common knowledge; you can't tell a good story about an uninteresting person like me, it's impossible, that's why all books and movies are about interesting people.

I smirk at Phil, knowing the silly little battle is over.
"Wel-"

He takes a deep breath, cutting me off.

"A stranger, an acquaintance, a friend, and a role model. Someone quick to talk, yet ready to listen. Someone who enjoys both the dull and the bright. Passionate and hard working, however, lazy and sarcastic. Someone ready to lend a hand despite the odds. Someone who has capture the cool autumn nights within their eyes. Someone I aspire to be."

Phil's last sentence rolls off his tongue, sending a chill rolling along my back.
I feel warm, and a lump seems to form in my throat, suffocating me. My eyes are glassy and glazed as I watch Phil, red in the face, fiddle with his board twirling the uncapped marker across the surface.

"I um, I guess I proved my point," his voice stumbles and slips, spilling from his tongue.

'Y-yeah, I guess you did. Fine, fine I guess you are pretty good story teller."

The silence threatens my sanity as we both distract ourselves.
Aspires to be me?
Why?

The show continues on, only a mild sense of awkwardness filling the room when live. But the second we are left in silence, I feel like screaming.
I can not shake the warmth caught in my chest every time our eyes meet.
His words struck me hard.
Phil spoke of me as if he knew me forever, which he might. But it dawns on me that despite calling ourselves friends, I know little to nothing about him; and I am joining his family for Christmas!

"Hey Phil,"

"Yes!?" He replies too quickly.

"Um I was wondering, well, I still don't really know a lot about you. And since I'm joining you for Christmas it feels a little weird that I'm going in blind. So, I was thinking maybe if you wanted to get together later? Get coffee or something," my face is hot, I feel like a character from some sickly teenage love story. Stupid.

Phil laughs with a sly smile, "are you asking me out on a date Daniel?"

"What?! No? That's not what I meant," I sputter, face red.

"I'm teasing Dan. Sure, we could go somewhere straight after this if you like,"

I exasperate, "that's fine with me you dork, we can go get coffee and chill at my place then."

Phil giggles and I have a feeling that what ever he's thinking isn't appropriate.

"Alright now we have a lucky caller on the line, Alyssa! How are you today?" I smile. These are my favourite moments of the live show, hearing the voices of some of the fans.

"I'm doing amazing, thank you!"

"Well since we have Phil here today now's your chance to ask him any question you like,"

Phil smiles fondly.

"I was hoping to learn more about you Phil! You seem like such a nice person, I can imagine you were the same as a kid."
Phil ponders on the question, bringing his hand to tap his chin.

"Awe thank you! I can say I wasn't a bad kid, but I did always get into some mischief. Growing up with an older brother it was bound to happen." Alyssa can be heard laughing through the static of the call.

"Now a days I would like to think I'm much more lax, I kind of go with the flow doing things I enjoy doing. My mischief making days are finally done."

"I beg to differ Phil," I smirk. He shoots me a quick glare.

The call was ended after a few more minutes of banter with the call and the day continued playing music and teasing each other on live radio. I enjoyed myself and excitement gradually filled me with thoughts of our 'date' after the show.

The air was still cold as we exit the building; Phil lets out a small sneeze and shivers trying to bury his face into his scarf.
We walk side by side in a comfortable silence before Phil sighs with a smile, "That was so much fun, I never wanted it to end".
I give a breathy laugh, "Well, the manager seems to really like you, Phil, I wouldn't be surprised if he asks you to join".
Phil stops abruptly, eyes wide, "Me?"
"Of course, you were a natural, if I were him I would hire you on the spot."
Phil face flushes, "Re-Really? I didn't think it went that well...I thought I was pretty jumpy and I stuttered so much."
"Well everyone is like that on the first day, it's natural".
Phil hums tucking his head into his scarf.

I let out a happy sigh, inhaling the sweet smell of baked goods and coffee. Louise calls out to us, a wide smile plastered on her face. We make our way towards her, "You guys were amazing! Phil, I'm so proud of you!"
She reaches over the counter crushing Phil in an awkward over-the-counter hug. Phil laughs happily, obviously embarrassed at the attention and the curious eyes of the other customers in the shop.
"You heard the show?" I ask.
"Of course! How could I miss it! I played it for the whole store!"
Both Phil and I flush, "Louise! Why! I was so embarrassed! I was a stuttering mess!" Phil cried.
"Oh hush dear, You were fantastic! and I bet you were having the time of your life. You and I both know how long you have been dreaming of a day life this!"
"Louise!" Phil was sputtering beyond saving, his words were reduced to nothing but a stutter of sounds as he attempts to explain himself.

"It must have been a dream come true Phil! Not only finally getting a chance to be a host! But working alongside your idol!" Louise teased and I couldn't help but smile.

"I-uh-wah-no-it-I-" Phil groaned pressing his face into the counter. "I give up" he mumbles.

We exit the store fully content with our coffees and a bag of treats Louise claimed was her treat.
Phil's face was contorted to a small pout, mumbling something along the lines of how annoying Louise is.

I usher Phil to follow me as we weave through the streets to my house. We fall in a comfortable silence, gathering as much warmth as we can from the late afternoon sun. So far the day has made me realize how easy it is to be with Phil, though we had a few awkward moments already, and I am certain there is more to come, I have never gotten along with someone so quickly.
"Hey Dan?" Phil pipes up.
"Hmm?",
"Do you really think I was good?"
I examine Phil carefully; something in his voice made him sound scared and desperate, it almost made me want to squeeze him tight.
Shoving that thought away I give him a small smile.
"Of course you were Phil, and I'm not just saying that to be nice. I genuinely believe that you could do this for a living if you really wanted to." I say carefully.
A fond smile covers Phil's lips, and I am left to wonder what he's thinking.

"We can head over to the living room," I state as we strip off our outdoor gear.
I silently thank myself for keeping the house relatively clean.
Phil's eyes are wide and filled with curiosity, talking in the warmth of the house. We climb the stairs up and enter the spacious room. I plop myself into my favourite spot on the couch and usher Phil to sit beside me.

I stifle a laugh as Phil sits awkwardly beside me, as if he were here for an interview.
"Calm down Phil, make yourself comfortable."

He relaxes himself into the couch keeping a tight hold on his coffee.
"So, what would you like to do?" I ask, trying not to make any of this awkward.
Phil ponders for a moment, "well I guess I should give you some tips about my family."
I nod allowing him to a thorough explanation of all the aunts, uncles, siblings, parents, and friends that were attending the party.

Supposedly the entire family is only there for two days on Christmas eve and Christmas day and only a few people stay for the rest of the week leading to new years.

Phil said I was welcome to stay for however long I liked as long as I wasn't uncomfortable.
We bantered for a bit, talking about family traditions and silly stories of our families before turning on my Wii U for some Mario Kart races.
After playing about 20 rounds (which I won all but 3) we watch a few movies, rotating on who chose after each one.
During Phil's latest pick of The Lion King I finally notice how late it has become.

"Hey, Phil what would you like for dinner," I ask in a loud whisper not to interrupt the movie too much.
Phil jumps making a startled noise in the process, and I'm not too sure if it was me or the movie that gave him a fright.

"D-dinner?" he stutters.
"Yeah, its getting kinda late, and I'm getting kinda hungry."
"Ah! I can go then, I don't want to intrude or anything! I don't want to overstay my welcome!" Phil stammered.
"No really Phil you can stay, unless you want to go-"
"No!" Phil shouts quickly.
"I-I mean I don't mind staying longer if that's alright. I'm enjoying myself."

I give Phil a lopsided smile, "I'm having fun as well, and honestly stay as long as you like, not like I have anything else to do."
Phil chuckles.
"Any preferences?" I ask.
"Pizza?"

About a half an hour later Phil and I are stuffing our faces into a scalding pizza while starting our fourth movie.
"I still don't understand how you hate cheese, but love cheese pizza," I question through a mouth full.
"It's just different! Real cheese is just so gross and textury, bleh".
"Everything has a texture, Phil".
"It's different!" Phil cried through my snorts of laughter.

Phil yawns stretching out on the couch. For the past few hours he's been over we gotten quite comfortable with each other. No longer scared of accidental touches or prolonged silence, it feels like we have know each other for forever.

"Well I'm going to head out, I still need to get back to the shop for a final watering of a few plants"
I nod in understanding and accompany Phil down to the front door.
"I had fun, Phil'
"Me too!"
He slips his thick coat on and wraps his scarf loosely around his neck. I felt sadness sweep over me.
"We have to do this again sometime," I say with hope lacing my words.
"If you don't mind! I had a lot of fun, I'm free any day!" Phil sings.
I nod a little too eagerly, "But, wait! I don't have any way to contact you," realization hitting both of us.
"Here I can give you my number," Phil giggles, most likely thinking of something inappropriate again.

I swiftly pull out my phone, I feel a rush of panic when my phone refuses to turn on only to realise it's dead.
I hear Phil chuckle while reaching into his coat pocket shuffling his hand around seemingly searching for something within its depths.

"Do you have a paper or something on you?" He asks pulling out a pen.

I shake my head, disappointed in myself. It feels as if the world is against me, before I am able to say sorry I make a loud startled noise as Phil grabs my wrist and pulls it towards him. I stumble forward just barely steadying myself before crashing into Phil.
I feel the pressure of his pen dig into my arm just short of being painful.

My face feels hot as I watch his eyes gaze intensely at my arm, his fingers are warm around the cool skin of my wrist adding to the heat building up on my face.
"There!" He exclaims.

I look down at my arm trying not to pay to much attention to the fact that he is still holding me. His writing is big, messy and so like Phil it brings a smile to my lips.

"Just text me when you're up to see me again," Phil smiles, I force myself to keep a smile as he releases me from his grasp.

"Well I'll see you next time I see you Dan!"
He lingers for a moment, watching me, as if expecting or debating something within his mind. He walks out leaving me alone to my thoughts and the still furious heat invading more than just my face.

Sorry about the horrendous delay everyone!

I know it has been a while but I hope everyone is doing well! Christmas is almost here but I really wanted to get a new chapter out before then. So...

I decided to make this one extra long seeing how long its been... sorry about that.

Hopefully you all like it! As always please let me know if I made any mistakes or you have any suggestions! I am also planning the end of my Daisuga fanfiction (after a year long wait...) so do not fret I haven't forgotten about the story.

Also a shout out to my true love aphfandomstuck who's been ever so supportive as you might have noticed in the comments...

I recommend checking out her fantastic story here: 235359349-books-and-albino%27s-chapter-1

I hope everyone has a wonderful day!
eat lots
do what you love
be yourself
Do what you want and don't let anyone tell you that you can't!