"Homework."
"Homework."
"Homework."
"...So..."
As usual, Dan had no clue what had happened in class, so he also had no idea how he ended up in the library to work with Phil on a homework project. He also wasn't entirely sure what subject they were doing homework for. He thought it might be history, but it could have been geography too. The details were always a bit blurry to him. He was waiting for Phil to pick up the first book.
"'Everything You Need To Know About The Nazis'. That sounds helpful." Phil plucked the first book of what was likely to be many and placed it on the table in front of him. He looked at the cover, scanned the blurb, then opened it and looked at the contents page.
"You're so specific about books," Dan chuckled. "I usually just pick up one with a nice cover and read it to see if it's any good."
"I do that too, but only with fiction. When I have to study, etcetera, I look for things that are definitely associated with what I actually have to research. I know this will be of help because it has the word 'Nazi' on it." Phil said, scanning through the book.
"The cover rule applies here too though, because it has Hitler on the front." Dan pointed and Phil rolled his eyes. "Did you know that Hitler consumed up to 2 pounds of chocolate per day?"
"What?"
"I know! You wouldn't expect it with his perfect figure." Dan laughed as Phil pushed the book onto his hand playfully.
"Hey!"
"Hitler isn't funny!" Phil reprimanded, the corners of his mouth creeping upwards.
"Oh yeah? Do you know how proud he was of his moustache?"
"Dan, unless you have something about Hitler that we can put in the homework, I'm not really interested. I'd like to get this done-"
"He said that moustaches weren't fashionable, they'd become fashionable because he had one."
Phil smirked a bit before catching himself. "You can't prove that."
"Maybe not, but it's a good thought."
"Dan," Phil sighed. "I think you're forgetting how many innocent people Hitler killed. Maybe trying to defend his honour isn't the most appropriate thing in today's society."
Dan stuck his tongue out. "You're only 14 but sometimes you act like you're 30."
"And sometimes you act like you're 10." Phil said, hesitating before he stuck his tongue out too.
Dan scrunched up his nose and stuck his tongue out further as he leant over the desk, making stupid noises to emphasise how childish he was acting. Phil did the same, and their noises got progressively louder and louder until they heard someone shush them. Without thinking, Dan wiped his tongue on his hand and stuck it in Phil's face.
"Oh my god! What the hell- Oh my god, you tramp!" Phil retorted.
"Am I too much for you, posh boy?" Dan taunted.
"Posh? I think you're the posh one here! Have you ever listened to either of us speak?"
"Are you saying I sound posh?" Dan gasped.
"Are you saying I act posh?" Phil demanded.
Both boys looked at each other before bursting into giggles. "Yes. Absolutely." They both answered at the same time, causing them to laugh harder.
"Excuse me." A small yet stern voice called after a short while. "I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. You're being incredibly disruptive."
Phil quickly stopped laughing and apologised as Dan snorted trying to hold back his cackles. Phil glared at him, his blue eyes shooting ice right into him and he slapped a hand over his mouth.
"That was unsuccessful." Phil muttered.
"Whatever. We can go back tomorrow."