~AUTHORS NOTE~
Sorry this isn't very good because I did it last night but because I use copy 'n' paste, it didn't submit the story properly so I have to do it all over again. At least it is done :)
Thanks for reading Wonderlanders! x
PHILS POV
I think we've been in here for half an hour now. It only feels like 10 really because time goes quick when I'm making out with Dan. I grinned, just thinking about it.
I need some way to make Dan have to tell me.
"Dan, KEYS, this is your last chance," I said, trying to sound scary.
"Phil, that's not going to scare me," Dan said, confidently.
Even after my 'inspirational speech' as Dan says, he still won't tell me where the keys are.
"Right," I said, meaning business. "No playing Crash Bandicoot."
"You shared that with me!" Dan said. At least I have his full attention now.
"I bought it," I said. I feel a bit cruel but it has to be done.
"Phil! That's just mean!" Dan protests, bitterly.
I picked up Dan's had and made it to a waving motion. "Wave goodbye to Skyrim!"
When he heard the words he pulled his hand away. "SKYRIM! PLEASSSSSSSSSEEEE Phil! Anything but Skyrim!"
"Ooo! Look at that, there goes the X-BOX, just out the window. 'Good bye X-box!' " I said.
"Hey! That's not yours!" Dan said.
"Yeah it is Daniel, you brought yours, it broke and I bought a new one because you were practically begging me."
"I can't live without the X-Box!" Dan groaned.
"Let's say I can't live without the keys," I said, somehow enjoying it. "Ooo! The Internet decided it didn't like this flat anymore and followed the X-box to a better life!"
"That's just teasing Phil! You were the one who didn't teach me how to turn in on or off or whatever!" Dan said. "Your joking right?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?" I said. I started walking over to his Mac, "And say good bye - "
"There on the top of cupboard, at the back!" Dan finally cried.
DANS POV
It all went a bit quick from there. Phil got the keys, got the things together, got me into a taxi (after great pain) and now I'm here, in a hospital bed, wires coming out from me every which way.
"I hate you, you know that?" I said.
"I hate you too," Phil said, and he leant down so we could kiss, as I was still unable to move.
I hate him. I love him. He's Phillip Michael Lester. What are you meant to do with him? ;)
~AUTHORS NOTE~
Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! If you did, or you didn't, please review because I can't read your mind! I will be updating after school today as it's a Friday and I can stay up later.
