phan ➳ oneshots

➳ please, phil ~

E D I T E D

THIS IS A FETUS CHAPTER BY THE AUTHOR. AUTHOR DOES NOT LIKE THIS CHAPTER. AUTHOR IS SORRY.  

warnings: Angsty in your pantsy

words: 1443

~Dan's POV~

I awkwardly sat on Joe and Caspar's simple comfy sofa. I was supposed to be filming something with Joe - probably another challenge video or something of the sort - but all I could hear right now were two males making out rather loudly in the room next to me. Great.

I was bored and the inappropriate noises weren't helping at all. I decided to text Louise.

Dan
Hey Lou . I'm bored. Joe and Caspar are currently making out . Distract me? Help?!!11?!?!??!1?

Waiting for a reply was slightly agonising. When I heard a ping!, I immediately typed in the password on my phone - 7 4 2 6 because it spells Phan, I know, cheesy - and opened up messages.

Lou Lou
Sorry Danny, I can't . Darcy is being a right pain in the tits right now (thanks Darcy) Ttyl

Oh. Okay then.

Dan
Oh, that's okay then. Ttyl, good luck with Darce :))

I hit send, waited a moment then called Phil. He's probably at home by now so he could just pick me up. (I can't drive yet but Phil just got his driver's license, which I was very proud of).

"Dannnnnnnn! What's up?" Phil's very much angelic voice rang through the phone.

"Joe and Caspar are making out really loudly in the room next to me," A loud groan was heard, further proving my point, "Help me please? Louise was busy, tumblr and twitter aren't doing anything to distract me and I'm too lazy and tired to walk 25 thousand miles home." I ended dramatically.

"You called your Lou before me?" He gasped loudly and I could imagine him putting his hand on his heart and making a ridiculous sad face. Cute. "How rude!"

I try not to burst out laughing at his tone of voice.

"Okay, I'll come over and pick you up, okay? We could go and watch a movie later, if you want. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sure. Sounds great actually. Thanks baaaaaabbbe."

"You're welcome baaaaaaaabbee. Love you."

I giggled, "Love you too Lion."

I smiled and hung up. And I waited. And I waited. And waited. And I waited. I sighed.

It was about half an hour later and I had stolen a packet of oreos from the cupboard. The making out had stopped but they seemed to forget that I was here and I felt too awkward to remind them of my presence. I guess they were filming something else now, I guess.

I was still tumblr-ing but I was quickly growing bored as the same posts kept on re-appearing again and again.

I decided to call Phil to see where he was at.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Four rings.

Five rings.

It picked up!

"Hey, Phi-"

I heard screeching before the line cut out. What? Was the signal really bad where he was or something?