A/N: Aw, I just got some really sweet messages on twitter, which have put this HUGE smile on my face.

So brace yourself.

Cheesiness is coming.

And of course all the reviews have really made me smile! And the messages! Guys, you're making me blush over here! XD

So a huge thank you to pjsdrummerboy and kiwistacey for making me look like I have friends XD

So anyways,

Let's, eh, let's continue with this little thing we've started then, shall we? ;D

Oh and Microsoft I spelt 'here' right for goodness sake! It's worrying when you know how to spell more than word.

Dan's POV

I didn't really run away. I couldn't even if I tried. I simply jogged around the back of the house and began my route around to his bedroom again. I couldn't leave him there. Especially when it's my entire fault that he was caught in the first place.

As I swung myself over the huge fencing that covered around the posh garden, careful not to be seen by the window on the right just where I could see a bright red Mr Lester, I thought to myself.

It's my entire fault.

Don't even try to cover it up.

It's useless, Dan. If he hadn't been so caught up with you then perhaps he wouldn't have gotten expelled and he wouldn't have that fucking tomato face spitting down on him.

Furiously, I quickly darted across the garden until I was under a relatively hidden bush with a good enough view of the window up above.

I was just in time to watch him strike Phil with enough force to make Phil stagger.

He had just made things personal.

It took a lot of strength to watch the whole thing for another half an hour. Half an hour of Phil being constantly yelled at and it was all my fault.

Half an hour and they finally stormed out slamming the door leaving him alone to do God knows what. Once I heard the safe sound of a car swerving violently out of their gravel drive moments later and even went far enough to poke my head out far enough from the gate to see the pair arguing as they drove into the distance I took it upon myself to sort out the mess they had made.

Getting up to Phil's room wasn't easy. I had to jump and wrap my arms around a high, not too sturdy looking branch right above me and use the wall of the house to kick myself up onto that branch which swayed precariously under my weight. From there I had to swing myself over onto a ledge of the roof of a conservatory, which unlucky for me was very slanted, and quite high up too.

I slowly stepped along the roof hoping to pretty much anything that the glass underneath me wouldn't give away leaving me to drop tot he floor below. That would not exactly help Phil or I, really in anyway.

But some law of physics managed to keep me up on that roof live and before long I had reached another drop facing a very, very small ledge, which was right outside Phil's bedroom. My next problem was facing the long step over and actually keeping my balance on the ledge because I'm literally no fairy when it comes to balancing.

With a deep breath, I stepped over and clung onto anything I could find close enough to me that had a good grip.

That's what she said.

Now is not the time, dirty mind! I thought, grimacing.

I knocked on the window and, for the second time in one day, in an hour really, made Phil almost jump a foot in the air. It would have been more amusing if it wasn't for the fact that I felt like I was going to die if I stayed up on the ledge for any longer.

"Let me in," I furiously mouthed to Phil who nodded at once. He carefully swung the window open letting me swan dive, no, not really, more like swiftly jump clumsily, onto his carpet before almost jumping on me with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Oh Phil, I'm so sorry," I murmured as I gently stroked his hair whilst he started to drown my Howl top with his tears.

"I hate him!" He sobbed as he started to lash out violently, forgetting I was directly in front of me.

Quickly I grabbed his wrists before he could hurt himself, or me as a matter of fact, and he burst into tears again.

"I hate him too,' I replied as I resumed playing with his dark hair. I wasn't lying. He could tell I wasn't lying too.

"Why is it always me crying and you coming to rescue me like a damsel in distress?" He chuckled through his tears making me chuckle as I remembered myself thinking the same of him a while ago.

"I'd rather you think of me like that than think of me as a pervert for climbing into your room continuously," He laughed, sticking his tongue out again, "I like watching you sleep," I added poking him lightly as I teased him.

"You're like Edward Cullen"

"That was uncalled for!" I exclaimed.

"You're glittering!" He teased.

"I'll make you glitter!" He cried out with surprised as I wrestled with him lightly making us both fall onto his bed.

"You pervert!" He laughed again as I blushed from being on top of him in such an awkward position. He took advantage of my lack of response and took it upon himself to lean in and kiss me bringing me back to my senses.

"So you don't hate me?" I whispered against him.

"I could never hate you," He smiled warmly, cupping my face with his hands, "Never in a million years,"

"Oh Phil, you old charmer," I lifted one of his hands up slowly and wrapped my fingers until we were holding hands tightly, still pushed against each other, eyes looking at one another. Blue against brown.

"When are your parents home?" I interrupted the silence quietly.

"I don't know," He sighed, "I don't want this moment to ever end. I want to stay here. With you. Forever. I'm happy with you. I love you,"

"Run away with me," The words came out of my mouth before I had even registered them.

He looked down at me, his eyes wide, his expression confused by whether or not I was being serious, "Dan, are you okay?"

"I... I mean it. We could do it... really, we could,"

"No we couldn't," He replied softly stroking my cheek.

I pulled his hand to my lips, still looking at him, "We could try. We could get out if this shithole and make a life for our own!"

"I think all that adrenaline has made your brain go funny," He laughed.

I groaned with frustration, "I mean it, Phil!"

"And so do I, Dan, and I know we're not running away. I mean, we can't! We're sixteen, Dan; we haven't got any qualifications or experience. We just have to suffer for another two years in college until we can get into university and get away from here." He sighed.

"I just want to go away with you, Phil, far, far from here"

"In a galaxy far, far away," He lightly hit me making me laugh some more.

I pulled on his top, bringing him closer to me once again, pulling him into the strongest kiss we had shared.

"You never fail to put butterflies in my tummy," He whispered against my lips.

"Shut up and kiss me, Phil"

A/N: Gah! Gah! Gaah! That was cute for me, but was it for you? **Cue interrogation music**

I'd just like to add my side to the whole roaring shit storm that's going around on the whole pressuring Phan thing.

I fully understand that if either Dan or Phil read my story they would probably think I'm some weird nut job that has an obsession with tea cakes and turtles (which is funny because I don't like tea cakes) but what I write is not set in stone in real life.

What I'm saying is that I'm not going to stop writing phan fictions because I love writing them and reading them and I don't want Dan or Phil to feel pressured into anything uncomfortable but I don't want anything to change, if you get what I mean?

I just don't want anybody to go, "Gah, you freak! You're what made him change his name of the video on youtube!"

When in reality I just sat here for an hour eating a load of chocolate having irrelevant thoughts on unicorns and normal shizz like that.

So the moral of this rambling is that: no, I'm not going to stop writing phan fictions and stuff because I love writing and reading them (don't shoot me, I'm just a teenager girl from the north who doesn't like tea) and stuff but no, I also won't take the phan fiction and put it into context of real life and start sending death threats to Dan or Phil over it.

I think we're all the same in the way that whether Dan and Phil are straight, gay, bi-sexual or just into alpacas WE LOVE THEM. And that's all that matters.

But I know, the whole dis liking tea thing is funny for me because all my family LOVE tea. Like LOVE it. And I'm just there like, 'Hey, remember the letter T? Yeah, that's a sexy letter'

Please comment and stuff because I love reading your comments!:D

MUCH LOVE!

CIAO FOR NOW!