Dan's POV
"Daaaaaannnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!"Cries the high matinince piece of luggage lying in my back seat.
I whip my head back glaring at him irritably.
"I said I'm hungryyyyyyyyyy"
"I heard you the first 3 billion times" I reply closing my eyes in frustration.
"FOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD"
"Whelp, you're not gonna get anything if you won't shut the FUCK UP!"
"FOOOOOOODDDDDDD PLEASEEEEEEE!"
"I can't exactly get you food right now" I say as we sit on the highway moving hardly 2 feet a freaking hour. "Maybe if you would have gotten your ass out of bed you could've gotten BREAKFAST!"
He sprawls out across the seat sticking his tongue out as if to resemble a dead body.
"FINALLY! It died!" I respond widening my eyes and sighing in relief. "Quiet!"
"Hey!" He responds offendedly as he sits up giggling.
I look back at him in the rear view window smiling, flashing him an unamused glance.
"But seriously can we get food or something?" He asks now regaining his calm composure.
"Yes...." I respond relieved at his seeced wining.
He sits up straight and smirks, leaning his head against the car window starring blankly ahead.
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Athletes' graveyard (phan au)
FanfictionDan Howell and Philip lester are both athletes competing at the 2020 Olympics. After a successful year of swimming for Dan he decides it might be time to take a break. After Phil suffers a horrific an accident while racing in the men's 100 meter he...
