A/N this was going to be a one shot, but I really like the idea of continuing with different people, and making it like a tag game. Any way… Is it weird that I think this game would actually be fun to play?

Also, please go and read the first chapter before reading this, as none of it will make any sense otherwise. (not that I think you would be silly enough to try and do that)

Chapter Two

"Are you sure this is a good idea Dan?" he asks nervously, looking at me with his tongue poking out the side of his mouth. I nod encouragingly, I know this will be fun, whether or not this is a good idea or not, that will come with time. I squeeze Phil's hand reassuringly, knowing that the nerves will wear off, supposedly it get more fun, the closer you get to being caught. I think that type of adrenalin rush will be fun, as long as we don't get hit over the head with baseball bats.

"It has to be." I murmur, dragging him by the hand towards the kitchen so we can get all on the things we need. I asked Alex for a list of instructions upon how to do this correctly, and personally, it looks pretty easy, nothing too difficult about sneaking into someone's house for a while, to just hide there until you decide to go home.

I find the list of things on the table, releasing Phil's hand so I can examine the list thoroughly. Phil looks over my shoulder to the list, nodding at the things we have on the counter.

Pen

Paper

Balloons

A biscuit each

A roll of mints

And last of all, a party popper.

It seems like a pretty stupid list when you first look at it, but now that I scan my eyes over each of the items on the bench I understand what each item does in the purpose of the game. Pen and paper for communication when people are in the room, Balloons for distraction, biscuits in case we get hungry, mints for the problem of sitting in a cupboard with someone else all day who may not have brushed their teeth, and a party popper, for the final surprise of the game.

I look over to Phil who is now resting beside me, leaning against the marble counter, he gives a small and sheepish smile, I see a feint tremor of nerves flicker within his icy blue eyes, but I just smile to him reassuringly.

"Ready?" I ask, placing my hand within his and giving a gently squeeze. He nods enthusiastically, as I begin to stuff our things into my pocket.

We don't bother with coats as we leave, we just take the keys we need, and all of our courage, we don't really need anything other than that. We walk down the road, catching a train so we can get to our desired location, which is not too far away.

My sources tell me that the two people who live here are currently out, they have been sighted at the shopping centre or something. I don't really mind where they are, as long as they aren't there when we let ourselves in.

Phil and I walk up the short path, peering through the windows of the small house, checking to make sure that no one is home. I pull out a small key chain that was given to me by Alex. How he got all of the keys, I don't want to know, but I select the correct one and lead myself in.

Phil and I stand in the doorway for a moment, waiting to hear something, but nothing happens. Phil smiles encouragingly to me, starting to warm up to the idea that this will be fun, good Dan, this will be fun.

I grasp onto the hand of Phil, leading him through the house, looking for a place to sit.

"Kitchen cupboards?" he muses, playing with my hand gently. I think about it of a moment, pondering whether they are likely to go in there. Yes, of course they are Dan, These are two men with stomachs, of course they will go in the kitchen today.

"Ok." I murmur, tracing the lines of his hand with my thumb as we walk back into the kitchen. I wander over, Phil trailing behind me as we go towards the cabinet where we will be staying.

"It might be the most fun." He mutters, I open the door to the cupboard, and somehow. It is completely empty, all but a small stack of plates at the very end of the cupboard. The cupboard wraps around the entire kitchen, it is several metres long, and goes from the ground to about waist height, making it perfectly large enough to happily fit an entire family in, so two people are fine.

I lock eyes with Phil before I go down, crouching so I can put myself into the cupboard with ease. I wiggle in, being closely followed by Phil, who somehow manages to contort himself into a position so that his head is resting on my shoulder. I pull the doors closed, this is I, now we just wait for them to get home to find us, which shall be one of the amusing things I have ever done.

I snuggle closer to Phil, feeling his warmth against my skin, the gentle touch of his arm upon mine makes me shiver. I think it has to do with the general excitement and anticipation that is filling the room, but I look across to him and see a very familiar look within his deep blue eyes. He smiles, laughing at how my face has suddenly started to mirror his, he chuckles lightly for a second, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he does, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Dan, you are going all gooey over your best friend.

He is my boyfriend technically.

Yeah, whatever, you are still turning into a gooey mess that is about to start dribbling out romantic crap.

But I like some forms of romantic crap.

Dan… Seriously?

Shut up. I am allowed to think whatever I like, it is my brain.

I lean closer to him, feeling the anticipation start to fill me. He has a spark flick through his blue eyes, the one that fills my heart with a feeling of warmth, it is perfect.

Our lips collide and I feel the feeling start an explosion within my stomach, his soft lips taste like raspberry dreams, they are as soft as kittens, but are passionate in a way that I would never imagine just from looking at him. He is everything I have ever wanted, the anticipation of the moment, and the feeling of being so mischievous from being in a dangerous place, the feeling of his tongue touching my lips, slipping into my mouth and beginning to dance. It make the feel spread from my heart and pour into my stomach, spreading through my limbs, searching for a place to reside. I wrap my arms around the back of his waist, he follows as I slide my hands up his back, he shivers, and I notice, giving a small smile into our kiss.

Click.

I find that our kiss is getting heated, his hand is on my back, searching for something, feeling for the things that he desires, moving to find the best place for his hand.

Bang.

I move my hand around too, our tongues dancing, the smell of his breath, the raspberries, makes my head spin. His hand moves down my back and begins touching the top of my jeans.

The sound of clothing on clothing is suddenly in my ears, a loud and audible moan erupts from a man beside me.

One problem.

It is on the other side of the cupboard doors.

Shit.

A/N

This is just the first bit of this, so there will be more.

I am currently back at school, so writing might not be a first priority, but please come back and check every day and I will try and get stuff on here. Also, feel free to go and read my other Phan story, I am very happy with it.

Thanks.