"OI MATE I'M MAKING SOME TEA YOU WANT SOME?" Phil yelled into Dan's face holding a pot of tea.
"Phil what the fuck I'm trying to sleep." Dan responded and turned over in hopes of him leaving.
"I'm making you some tea," he starting pouring a cup out for Dan.
"Phil what the fuck it's 7 you're never awake this early leave me alone."
"It's tea time!"
"PHIL."
Phil sat on Dan's bed pouring himself some tea.
"Isn't this lovely tea, Dan?"
"I'm tired,"
"I just love the smell of freshly brewed tea, you know?"
"Phil shut up it's 7 in the morning."
"It's 12, Dan. I've been waiting ages for you to get up,"
Dan rolled over, "so you made tea?"
"Well, yeah. I thought it would be a nice treat and all..."
"Treat? For what, waking up at noon?"
"Do you not know what day it is?"
"What day is it?"
"It's the anniversary of the 15th time you called me on skype!"
"And I didn't get you anything,"
"It's fine but I got you something."
"Phil." Dan says as Phil hands him a small blue metallic bag with tissue paper inside.
"Just open it."
Dan hesistantly removes the paper trying not to notice the grinning boy staring at him.
"A Dan and Phil shop mug?" Dan holds up the mug.
"Well, I was going to give you a mug with my face on it but the closest shop that does that is two towns over and I couldn't find someone to take me so this was the closest we had."
"It's lovely, Phil." Phil smiled.
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Mom, Dad, I'm British. (Phan fiction)
Short StoryPhil has been brainwashed into being really British. But I mean REALLY British, like to the point where you start getting offended
