"So, are you gonna make out?" Chris questions, grin wide and eyebrows wiggling.

Dan lets out a small choking sound, like he just sucked in way too much air and all he can do is stare. He should probably be used to Chris' antics by now, but somehow they always seem to catch him off guard.

"Is that a yes?"

Dan shakes his head vigorously, "no, that is not a yes."

"It is so a yes," Chris states, somehow managing to grin even wider. His eyes shine with immense satisfaction and it's apparent that there is no changing his mind. Dan is pretty much fighting a downhill battle.

"Chris," Dan groans, covering his face with his hands.

Chris ignores his warning, instead letting his teasing tone linger a little more. "Peej told me, so there is no point denying it."

Dan lifts his head away from his hands, a confused look crossing his face. "PJ told you what?"

"That you find Phil, what was it? Oh yes, that's the word. Attractive."

"He what?" Dan's voice is a little off tone and a little high pitched. He snaps up, straight in his chair, watching as Chris holds back a small snicker.

"And therefore making my former question correct." Chris retorts, sliding the pen between his two fingers. He looks away for a moment, glancing back down at his work, perfectly content with having Dan splutter beside him.

"I- no. I do not- I am not making out with Phil!" Dan exclaims. He immediately regrets it, as he notices a few students sitting close by glance over at him.

Chris bites his lip, stopping himself from laughing as a blush rises onto Dan's cheeks. He averts his gaze, suddenly immensely interested in his text book.

"Funny, but I don't seem to recall you denying that you find him attractive."

Dan lets out a loud groan. So maybe PJ is correct. He might find Phil the slightest bit attractive. It's hard to look past his gorgeous eyes and perfectly pale skin that seems to contrast so well against his silky looking black hair. His wonderfully cute smile that is practically contagious. Besides, it's not exactly like he can't find someone attractive. He is only human; that is, if you disregard his supernatural ability to levitate objects.

He pauses for a bit too long, that and Chris knows him way too well.

"Good on you," Chris proclaims, patting Dan generically on the back. "I say go for it."

Dan almost snaps his pencil in half.

:::

Despite Chris' desperate attempt to rile him up during class, he manages to restrain himself during both break and lunch. As soon as the final bell rolls around, Dan finds himself moderately excited. It's been such a long time since he's been invited to someone's house, that wasn't Chris or PJ. But mostly, he finds himself more excited at the fact that it is going to be with Phil.

He waits by the gate, silently praying for Phil to hurry up because, typical to English weather, it looks like it might bucket down at any moment. He spots Phil, waving at him from behind a bunch of students as he makes his way over.

Phil looks rather enthusiastic as he approaches, stopping next to Dan briefly. "Hey! Ready to go?"

Dan nods, before falling into step beside Phil as they walk the familiar path towards both their houses. "You didn't bring an umbrella at all, did you?"

Phil glances at the sky, watching the imminent black clouds above him before shaking his head. "Uh, that'd be a no. Sorry."

Dan laughs slightly, "I'm just as bad. Every morning my mum reminds me before she leaves for work I still never manage to remember."

"Maybe if we are lucky it will hold off until-"

Before Phil can finish his sentence, small drops start to fall around them and it takes less than thirty seconds for it to turn from a light spit to a torrential shower. Dan almost groans; trust this to happen, when both of them were stupid enough to forget to pack the basics. He opens his mouth to make a retort about how the universe is completely out to get them, before his mouth abruptly snaps shut.

Phil reaches over, grabbing the ends of Dan's jumper and part of his wrist, tugging him forward slightly. "So, I know we are both not fond of exercise but we might need to re-evaluate that for a moment."

Dan blinks, taking a moment process that fact that Phil was practically gripping his hand. Phil looks over at him questionably, dropping his hand before Dan has the chance to reply. For split second there Dan wished that Phil hadn't taken his hand away. "Uh yeah, okay. Good idea."

They both pick up the pace, their clothes already beginning to stick to their bodies as they quickly go from dry to completely drenched. Before Dan knows it they've rounded the corner and arrived at Phil's house, which by the looks of it, is slightly bigger than his own.

He is more than grateful to be out of the storm, stood under the small shelter of the doorway as Phil fumbles with the lock. Dan shivers when the door finally opens, practically throwing him into the house with little grace. The warmth is an instant relief, and he can feel himself begin to slowly defrost despite the fact that he is still soaking.

"Wait here, I'll grab you a towel," Phil offers, hurrying down a hallway and to the left. Dan hops from side to side, trying to warm himself up that little bit more. He glances to the side, taking in the inside of Phil's house. There is a lounge to the right of him and a set of stairs similar to his own on the left.

Phil returns; one towel draped around his neck, the other in his hand as he offers it to Dan.

"Thanks," Dan says, running the towel though his hair. It's going to go curly as it dries and he winces at the thought.

It takes a moment for Dan to realise that a towel is not going to dry his clothes. He glances up at Phil, bitting the corner of his lip. It's not as though he can ask to borrow some of Phil's clothes. God, what would he even think? It's a ridiculously stupid idea. He'll just use the towel and get rid of as much water as possible.

He shrugs his jumper off, it sticks to his shirt slightly, making it a bit difficult to take off. With a bit of a struggle, Dan pulls it over his head, only to pause mid action as he hears Phil's laughter.

"Would you like to borrow some clothes? I doubt you brought a spare pair with you, and you're completely soaked." Phil says it so casually that Dan almost thinks he was imagining it. Phil looks over expectantly for the second time that afternoon and Dan quickly mumbles a yes.

"Come on, my room's upstairs."

Phil smiles before he turns to lead Dan towards his bedroom. The first thing Dan notices as he enters the room is Phil's impressive DVD collection; a long single shelf plastid to the side of the wall around chest height holds them. He makes his way over, glancing at the familiar anime and film titles carefully. They are stacked together neatly by category, which isn't exactly surprising when Dan thinks about it.

He hears Phil rummaging around in what he assumes is his chest of drawers. When he turns around he takes a better look. Everything is tucked away relatively neatly. The double bed in the middle of the room, a green and blue quilt cover made a bit messily. There are a few plushies scattered around, some on the bed and others on top the desk and drawers, most on his bookshelf. Phil's wall is also covered with a large amount of TV series posters, a large majority of them Buffy.

"Is that a picture of Sarah Michelle Gellar on your ceiling?" Dan asks. Phil turns around, pile of clothes in hand.

"I think the real question here is, why isn't there a poster of Sarah Michelle Gellar on your ceiling?"

Phil looks at him completely seriously, before his lips crack into a smile. Dan laughs, shaking his head as he does so. "Are you telling me I need to re-evaluate my life?"

"Completely," Phil agrees, laughing as he shoves the small pile of clothes into Dan's hands. "I expect to see a minimum of three Buffy posters when you invite me over."

Dan raises an eyebrow, "who says I'm going to want to invite you over?"

He is joking, of course. And Phil seems to catch on, calling his bluff. "If Chris gave me your number I'm sure he is almost more than capable of also giving me your address."

"I believe that's called stalking."

"Not if you secretly like it."

Dan and Phil both stare at each other before bursting into a fit of hysterics. Dan takes a few breaths to calm him down, before responding. "You are such a creep."

Phil flashes him a bright smile. "If you want you can get changed in the bathroom? It's just down the hall and to the right."

Dan follows Phil's instructions, making his way into the bathroom and getting changed. It feels a little weird, because he still doesn't know Phil that well and now he is wearing his clothes. But at the same time it doesn't.

He wanders back into Phil's room, noticing that Phil has changed out of his clothes as well. Now wearing a plaid long sleeve top; similar to what Dan had seen him in the first time they met. If you could classify that five second encounter as meeting. He's a little more than glad that he's been able to see that again in an entirely different scenario.

"So I'm thinking a movie maybe? Up here is my personal collection. So pretty much most of my favourite movies or TV series. We have more stuff downstairs though, if you'd prefer." Phil says, as soon as he notices the other male's presence.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm a fan of like 90% of that entire shelf to be honest."

"Awesome. We'll I'm feeling something Marvel. Anything is fine, pick one. Then I declare that we make hot chocolates before we start."

That sounds like one of the best combinations Dan has ever heard off. "The only thing that would complete that is ordering a pizza."

"Help me convince mum and we are set then."

They both have matching grins, mutually assuring each other of their plans. Dan picks a DVD, heading back downstairs after Phil. He laughs as Phil manages to somehow knock the coco powder off the counter.

"I'm a klutz, it's a condition."

"I prefer the term butterfingers," Dan says, attempting to help Phil wipe up the mess.

As they put the film on, Phil chucks a blanket onto the couch for extra warmth. They watch most of the film in an easy silence, chucking in few relevant jokes along the way.

All of a sudden a thought pops into Dan's head; the previous day's occurrence circling in his mind. It occurs to Dan that maybe there was a reason as to why Phil never mentioned anything to anyone else. He hasn't asked many questions, and Dan has been more than okay with that. However, suddenly he has a few questions of his own. He sits silently for a few moments, not focusing on the screen. Thoughts rolling around inside his head. Scenarios and possibilities and before he knows it, he's voicing them.

"How come you didn't tell anyone?" Dan asks suddenly. He practically blurts it out, not even having time to process that question before hand.

Phil looks at him from his spot on the couch, the movie forgotten at once. "Didn't tell anyone what?"

Dan bites the inside of his cheek, it feels as though this topic is a bit taboo and he isn't exactly sure why though. "After you saw me, you haven't told anyone. You looked freaked out but, that obviously wasn't what stopped you. How come you decided not to say anything?"

Dan says it so fast, as soon as his sentence starts he doesn't seem to be able to stop, words spilling from his mouth faster than he can think them.

Phil fidgets in the spot a bit, shifting in his seat and bitting the corner of his lip. "There are a few reasons to be honest. I mean, besides the obvious fact that no one in their sane mind would believe me. I saw a guy move a dumpster with his mind probably won't go down so well."

He chuckles slightly at the thought, imagining the worried and strange looks that would come along with that statement, and the possible questioning of his sanity.

"What else?" Dan questions, urging to know more. This question has been ticking at his mind ever since the incident in the alleyway. He watches Phil fumble with the edge of the blanket after he asks, looking a little nervous.

"You didn't attack me, either. I mean you could have knocked me out as easily as the other guys, or even threatened me in some way. Made me so terrified I'd never want to leave my room again. But you didn't. You looked so scared, almost like an animal trapped in a cage. You looked more scared than I felt. I guess you had good reason too, after being attacked like that. Then having someone witness the whole scene," Phil explains, eyes resting on Dan as he does. "I wouldn't want anyone to know if I was in your situation."

Dan lets out a small humorous chuckle, "yeah, well, you didn't see the after math. I truly believed I'd just fucked everything up."

"Had you have known that you'd wind up sitting on my couch watching Captain America you might have stressed a little less," Phil jokes, nodding towards the television screen. Dan lets loose a snort, rolling his eyes.

"Might have eased the tension a bit," he says.

Phil hesitates a bit and Dan looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "There's something else as well."

Dan nods at him a bit, encouraging him silently.

Phil takes a deep breath before he continues, "when I was younger I had this fascination with super heroes. I had every costume in the books, sort of like an obsession. I spent years trying to find real life super heroes and wishing that I had some sort of power of my own. Usually people grow out of it when they get a bit older, but I was so adamant that they existed, I even got bullied in my first few years of high school because of it, all because of this stupid dream I had as a child. God this is so embarrassing to admit, especially because you're sitting right in front of me. You're practically a real life example."

Dan smiles at him softly, forcing back the sudden urge to reach out and take his hand, "everyone has embarrassing childhood stories, trust me, this klutziness definitely comes naturally."

"I'll take your word for that," Phil grins back a little bit.

"What dream was it anyway?" Dan asks, hoping that he isn't pushing any sort of boundary. "I'm generally interested. No judgement, promise."

"To be honest, I was so adamant it was real, but my parents insisted it wasn't, I always had a vivid imagination. Especially as a young child," Phil starts, hands resting on top of the blanket and in his lap. "There was this little kid, moving sand granules all around, he wasn't touching them and there wasn't any wind, not that wind could move it like that anyway. It twisted and turned in the air, it was beautiful and—Dan, are you okay?"

Dan's mouth is agape, eyes so wide that they are almost impossibly big. His breath is caught in his lungs, staring directly at Phil. It fills Phil with a small sense of panic.

"Dan, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, moving forward, his hand resting on Dan's knee.

"I just- Phil. Jesus Christ. I don't even know what to say," Dan mumbles, voice slightly shaky. "That wasn't a dream."

Phil's face scrunches up in confusion, "What do you mean-"

"That kid playing in the sand box was me."

Silence fills the room and Phil's hand clenches against Dan's knee. His breath comes out just as shaky as Dan's, disbelief filling his face.

It seems to take forever before Phil speaks up, slowly like the information just won't process. "I just, I don't understand. We've never even met before. How can, how can that be you."

Dan doesn't know the answer either; his hand reaches down and clenches Phil's, giving it a squeeze in reassurance, even though he isn't sure of anything himself. "I dunno, that was the first time I'd ever done anything in public…and that girl. Fuck, Phil. I don't know how this is even possible."

"I moved to Manchester about a month or two after. But I just, that's too weird, right...right?" Phil asks, mind racing at the biggest coincidence that had just occurred in his life.

"I know," Dan mumbles.

"And it wasn't a dream."

"It wasn't,"

Phil just stares at Dan, like he still can't believe this is actually happening.


Notes: So I was a little excited to get this chapters up (and the ones to come actually. Things start to pick up a little from here on and i've really enjoyed writing them). Does this count as a plot twist? Maybe? Not really? Some of you probably guessed anyway (despite my somewhat deceptive PMS i tried to give back ;P) It's not really supposed to be anything huge...that'll all come in good time! I hope you enjoyed the starting of Phan. There is plenty more to come in the future (and quite soon, actually but you know, nothings worth it without a bit of a build up). Anywho, thanks for your lovely comments and for reading, as always. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think. Also I apologise in advance for any heart strings my next chapter may pull ;)