Dan's POV

It felt like I should start to learn more about Phil, I forgot how little I know about him, so whilst we lolled about lazily on the sofa ignoring the fact that the sofa's only little and we're pushed up against each other I decided to bombard him with a load of questions.

"Phil?" He looked up at me from whatever he was previously and deeply thinking of, "What's your favourite colour?"

He gave a confused chuckle at my sudden question, "Green, I think so anyway, why?"

"I was just curious," I shrugged looking back at the television for a moment, "I don't have a favourite colour" I added a few moments later, "But I like brown, I guess."

"That's a bit boring isn't it?" He laughed as I chucked a cushion at his face, "Okay! Okay! I take it back! Stop attacking me! Ow, Dan!"

"It's not boring, it's perfectly reasonable!"

"Literally?"

"Literally!" I replied with certainty, oblivious to his sniggers, "What?"

"You say it funny!" He laughed again making the entire sofa vibrate. I watched trying to suppress a grin as he stuck his tongue out which I was beginning to accustom to every time he laughed.

"You love how I say it really," I replied without thinking. Once again it became quiet for a few moments.

"What's your favourite animal?" He blurted out randomly.

And that's how it continued on for a while. The two of us throwing random questions at each other until by the end of it I had found out that Phil's middle name is Michael, he likes 2 sugars with his coffee, his favourite television show is Buffy, he likes Muse... a lot. As do I. Phil's favourite animal are lions, he likes the way they roar apparently. He likes acting. He likes media. That's what he wants to do in the future as a career choice. He likes wearing chequered tops or ones with cool pictures. I know when his birthday is. January the 30th (I quickly reminded myself to note it down so I wouldn't forget it).

They were such cute little snippets of information. Total adorableness, which, in truth, surprised me. I had known this guy for a few months since I had moved here. I hadn't spoken to him once, at least without having to insult him. I had only learnt information about him through Steve. The queer emo. The worthless freak. And they were the nicest things they said.

Yet, when I look up at him, watching the way he poked his tongue out whilst he laughed. When I listened to why he liked lions so much or the embarrassing stories of when he failed at smoking previously. It seemed so wrong. The amount of abuse he goes through when deep down he's just this guy who likes video games and Muse not some fearful monster that everyone makes him out to be.

"Why do they bully you?" I asked before realising how blunt I had said that as his face darkened, "I mean. You really don't have to say anything, if you don't want to," I quickly added.

"I don't want to talk about it" He replied tonelessly looking back at the television, "I should be heading home anyway."

"Stay," I pleaded

"Why?" He mumbled and turned to face me, his eyes soft whilst the rest of his expressions stayed rock hard. Involuntarily I found myself leaning in until I stopped myself, thankfully before it became noticeable. However, stopping myself lean in was one thing, to stop my racing thoughts was another.

Because I want you here. With me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, "You keep zoning out on me. Did they hit you anywhere near your head or something?"

You fool. You loving fool. I've never felt saner than when I am around you.

"Dan?"

"Phil, answer me honestly. I just want to know" I need to know. "Are you really gay or is that just some random rumour they made up?"

His expression turned confused. And then angry. And then calm once again.

"It's a lie," He replied, his tone flat, his expression hard.

And then I felt only numbness.

Oh and humiliated, as well as many other conflicting emotions that were beginning to eat me up.

Phil's POV

Why did I lie? What did I achieve by lying to the only person I trusted? Damn it Phil. But it just came out. I'm so used to denying everything and now I can't take it back. So instead I've just gone ahead and ruined the impossible likeliness of anything happening between us. Why did I do that? Is it because it's me and I always ruin the best of things? It must be. It always is.

Well it wasn't like anything was going to happen anyway. Remember Phil? Dan's straight. Those times he used to have with that girl purring over him? That was because he likes her. Because she's a girl.

Oh and sure, it seems like he's interested in me but face it. I'm just over imaginative. He didn't lean in, he didn't.

And now I must look crazy to him because I'm consistently over thinking things.

But he's looking away deep in thought to which allows me to roam back in my thoughts.

It's only when I feel his hand lightly touching my leg and I look up to him, his face almost frowning with seriousness.

The moment feels right, the moment feels perfect and he's there leaning in.

How can I be imagining this? I'm good but I'm not this good.

He's closer and I can feel his body warmth radiating on mine and his vanilla scent is becoming stronger and stronger. Time has frozen and I'm left smiling as I close my eyes. His hands come snaking around me, one on my waist the other in my hair. It's getting real, it is real. It's finally happening.

And then his parents came home.

The front door was slammed shut and we both pulled ourselves apart guiltily refusing to look at each other, Dan jumped up and I could hear him run through to the hallway to greet his mother.

"I'll explain things later mum, I just... I just need to drop off my classmate to his house. I'll see you later mum"

Classmate.

Not friend.

Classmate.

What has happened?

A/N:

Moo ha ha, I'm evil!

I knew I had to insert some more fluff, but it won't be that easy! I'm kind of winging the story line a bit which is why it might be confusing on some parts.

I actually don't know what to add here.

Oh, as a reminder, I might not upload as quickly as I've previously done because writing this is taking even longer than with the previous chapters.

And finally, remember Alice? Keep her in mind.

I haven't finished with her 3:)

Please give me a review, I love reading them all! They're faaaaab!:D

And no, as a warning when I said obstacles I didn't mean death or anything. This shalt be a happy phanfic!

Love you all!

CIOA FOR NOW!