Disclaimer: I don't own Dan or Phil.
It's weird writing in third person.
Bubble Tea
Their third hug was much like their first two. Dan smiled, breathed in her scent, and his fingers brushed against the ends of her beautiful long hair. The biggest difference was that this hug lasted longer. He didn't want it to end, but it could get awkward with Phil and Bre's friend standing there.
He pulled back but kept her close to him. Her smile was radiant. They both looked sideways to see Phil laughing at something the brown haired girl said.
"Oh, um, that's Carrie."
"She was the one who had the necklace that matched yours, yeah?"
Bre blushed. "Yeah."
"I didn't expect you to remember me after those dozens of fans you met," Carrie said, "especially as I was after her. You were probably dazed the rest of the night."
"Carrie!"
But Dan just laughed out loud. Neither denying, but not conceding. Phil had a huge, goofy grin on his face, but he didn't say anything on the subject either.
Dan's sparkling brown eyes looked between Bre and Carrie. "What would you girl like? It's on us."
"Oh no, no. Nope. That's okay. Thanks."
Carrie rolled her eyes slightly, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "She has a phobia of people buying her things. Just a second." Carrie turned her friend around and put her arm around her, whispering something fervently into her ear. Dan caught the word 'date' and just about died from the blush creeping over him.
When she turned back around, Bre's face was even redder than his, and she was biting her lower lip.
"That's very, very sweet of you both. We accept. Give us a second to decide?"
"Course. We haven't figured it out what we want either," Phil said.
They all looked at the signs for several minutes, all as indecisive as the next. They finally decided on the most basic, generic flavors, and Dan ordered for them all.
"Let's go find a seat, hm?" Carrie suggested. Phil followed after her, and Bre stated behind to help Dan with the drinks.
"Sorry," the blonde said. "She can be a handful at times."
Dan gave her a brilliant smile. "No, I'm grateful, actually. I wanted to buy for you. And I'm hoping those two hit it off, tbh."
"Me too. I think it would destroy Carrie if I left her alone for too long. She tends to go crazy without me there."
"Phil, too. I was gone visiting my family for a few days and I came back to find five empty boxes of cereal on his bed. And two more in the longue."
Bre laughed; Dan didn't think he'd ever heard a more beautiful sound. "I went go Disney World with my family for a week, and Carrie ate a whole package of bacon in a day, experimented with foods that should never be combined, and oddly had everything cleaned when we got home."
"Perfect! They're meant to be together. At the very least, they're not meant to be alone." He could barely contain his laughter. His stomach was hurting.
The drinks were finished and they both took two and went to find the seats. Carrie had grabbed a corner booth towards the back, where her and Phil were chatting with grins on their faces.
Dan and Bre exchanged a knowing smirk. They sat the drinks down in front of their owners and made a game out of who could make the straw puncture the plastic cover the cleanest. Dan jammed his in, thinking that would help it, but it just ended up tearing the top, Bre messed hers up altogether as her hand slipped and tore a two inch hole in it, Carrie pushed hers in slowly but the end of the straw created a fissure that spread an inch, and Phil just made it look so stupid easy that Dan glared at him for a solid minute.
"How does it taste?" Bre asked.
"Like strawberry banana," Carrie answered. "Yours?"
"Lemonade-y."
They both looked towards Dan and Phil, to which they answered "green tea" and "coffee", respectively.
It was a great night. They talked about nothing and laughed their heads off. Dan would cherish that brilliant grin Bre had and the beautiful blue eyes as long as he could before he was pulled back into conversation. The way she smiled with her whole being.
Carrie had some great stories to tell, nothing too embarrassing, but enough to provide a good laugh. Bre, too, had things to add about her friend. Like how she spoke in her sleep, a lot apparently. He shared stories of Phil's wonderfully annoying habits, and Phil had plenty of things to tease him about.
It was past midnight when they finally took pity on the shop owners who had closed the doors half an hour ago. They had been so caught up in conversation that they hadn't even realised.
"We'll walk you guys to your car," Dan offered.
Carrie smirked at Bre. "That'd be great, thanks."
It was only a fifteen minute walk, but it took them twice as long to get back. All of them were laughing so hard they had to stop at times to prevent falling over. Carrie and Phil tried chasing a flock of birds that took off the moment they came near them. Dan and Bre happily recorded the hilarious look on either of their faces.
Once the reached the little hatchback, the group stopped and said their farewells. Phil and Carrie exchanged phone numbers, while, on the other side of th car, Dan and Breanna said goodbye.
"This was a ton of fun," Bre smiled. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Maybe we could do it again?"
"But how? With the tour and all."
Dan tilted his head, thinking. "Well, now that I have your phone number, we'll plan something. Somehow. If that's alright."
Her eyes shined. "Yes, definitely."
"Good."
"C'mon, ya dork," Carrie said. "We've got an almost two hour drive home."
Bre blushed and opened the car door, only to have Dan put a hand on her shoulder. She paused, and he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Good night."
"Good night."
