I broke my own feels writing this chapter, I hope you're happy.

~L

"Srs Bsnss now Phil!" He laughed pulling me up to sitting position. "If you had to lose your leg or your nose what would you lose?" He chuckled.

"I'd lose my leg; imagine my face without a nose!"

"Voldemort has no nose..."

"I'd look like Voldemort?!"

"And Voldemort's pretty fit to be honest." Wait, what?

"I already look like Voldemort!" I closed in on the camera. "Harry!" I whispered in my best mock voice.

"Oh shut up you spoon! You're so much fitter than Voldy!" He giggled, winking at me.

"Oh really Dan? Have you seen my face?" I pulled the worst face I possibly could and collapsed into a fit of giggles in his lap.

"Shush, it's a nice face." He whispered, patting me on the cheek. I sat up blushing like mad, Dan's palm still resting on my cheek. He pulled away quickly and awkwardly giggled.

"Anyway, where were we?" He whispered.

"Urm... Questions?" I replied, barely able to breathe.

We finished filming the video pretty early and I edited it within an hour. Dan had only been at mine for a day now... Would he go home now that we were finished? I was having more fun right now than ever; it was nice having a real friend. We joked around in my room for a bit, him taking the piss out of my buffy shrine.

"But Dan it's like the best show ever! Please let me convince you?" I whined, leaning up against the dresser and staring at the poster determining whether it was straight.

"Urgh fine, but I can't promise I'll like it." He groaned, placing his hands on my shoulders and leaning his head over the left one. I stopped breathing. Why was he so close. I could feel my face burning as he surveyed the posters, moving from foot to foot.

"Interesting." He said, squeezing them and pulling away. "Looks like every over shitty vampire series I've watched." He laughed, falling back onto the bed and staring at me. I was frozen to the spot. Is it just me, or is he flirting a little bit? I shook the thought from my head; of course not I mean why would a sex god like him even look twice at me? And he was straight anyway so...

"Shut up it's amazing. Anyway you hungry?" I choked out, still not able to move.

"Starved." He said, jumping up, making a point of slapping me on the ass before heading downstairs laughing. I immediately grabbed my phone and texted PJ: 'So Dan just slapped my ass...'

And then followed him down.

"Are... Are you gonna go home soon then?" I asked nervously as he picked through our fridge for something edible. (My parents were away for a couple of days in America so we had no food.)

"Of course I'm not! I'm having way too much fun to leave, even though you live in the house of horrors!" He laughed not looking up. I smiled; this was honestly the closest I'd had to a best friend in years.

We went back up to my room after scavenging for about 15 minutes and finding enough to make noodles. I collapsed onto my bed, tired from filming and Dan climbed in next to me after turning of the light. I closed my eyes, barely able to keep them open any longer.

"Phil, can I tell you something?" He whispered, breaking the silence.

"Sure." I yawned.

"You're the closest to a best friend I've ever had." He spoke softly and turnt away quickly.

"You think it's too early to say you're mine?" I asked hopefully.

"Not at all. I've been wanting to say the same thing since we started talking." He sighed and settled down to sleep as did I.