The Secret Relationship of Dan and Phil

Chapter 10, Part 1. India is fun!

Hey guys! Haven't posted in a while, so here you go! BTW this is NOT the last chapter! I lied! The next chapter is the last! I already have it finished, and if I get five votes  or five comments, I'll post that one  tonight too. If I don't, it'll be up by monday. It's all up to you.  PS DONT FORGET I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I DO AND YOU ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON DON'T FORGET IT!

Dan’s POV

The next morning I was jostled into awareness by an incredibly excited Phil. 

“Mmm... What time’zit?”

“It’s seven thirty. Come on! We have things to do!”

“Kay.” I yawned, rolling over onto my stomach; or, attempted to. I ended up rolling onto the floor instead. “Mmf!”

Chuckling, Phil helped me up. “PJ and Chris are already ready. Come on!”

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I tugged on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. “Where are we going today?”

“We’re talking about it at breakfast. Now hurry!”

“I am.”

“Well do it faster!”

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Phil’s POV

Breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, toast, waffles, fruit, and basically everything you would find at a hotel anywhere else. Rather disappointing, really. But then, with the amount of indian food I knew we would be eating today, it probably was a good thing. Anyway, after breakfast we decided to go to the Lodi Gardens. 

It was absolutely gorgeous; there were beautiful trees, flowers, and bushes everywhere. And adorable little stone benches. We had come at just the right time; the flowers were in full bloom, and the weather was just cold enough to be comfortable without being too chilly. We took pictures and walked around for around a half an hour before Chris decided he was hungry.

“Come on! We have the chance to try quality indian snacks! We can’t miss this!”

All of us being perfectly fine with this turn of events, we walked quickly over to the snack stand and ordered banana chips and some pakora. As the lady started gathering our order together, Dan decided that he had to yawn. Loudly. And I’m pretty sure everybody thought he was dying or something. What happened next proved my theory correct.

“Oh my god, is he alright?” some American tourist asked.

I blinked. “Uh... Dan, are you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

The American stared at us. “Then what the fuck was that?”

“He, erm, convulsively yawns? It’s, ah, a genetic disorder?” I said, attempting to keep my face straight. Oh, Dan was gonna kill me later for this. I just hoped it was in a good way. If you know what I mean.