Dan yawned as he sprawled out on Phil's bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling as Phil edited one of their videos accordingly. They both still had their cat whiskers and noses draw on their faces in black water-based marker, they were too lazy to go wash it off and it was decently hot out so they'd sweat the marker off eventually. The video Phil was editing was one in which they answered questions sent in from fans and the like, some of them were silly while others were serious. A few of them stuck out to Dan, mostly because they seemed to romanticize Phil and himself. One of them was, "Would you ever play the gay chicken game with Phil?" The thought didn't disgust him, though, it made him more curious than anything. The duo had been best friends for years, and during that period of time never had he thought of Phil as "more than a friend."

Maybe they seemed a little close sometimes, falling onto each other when they laughed, tackling one another with hugs suddenly, joking around about being gay and playfully flirting, but, that's all it was, right? They were just...close friends, closer than most. Dan bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, something didn't feel right about that statement, "just close friends" He felt closer than just close to Phil, when he really started thinking about it. They'd gone through so much together, so Dan thought it was just normal to be thinking in such a way.

"Hey, what are you thinking about over there, Danny-boy?" Phil's playful friendly tone snapped Dan from his thoughts. He looked over at Phil, narrowing his eyes at him in mock anger as he heard Phil use his most dislike nickname. But before Dan could respond, he was stunned as he observed his best friend's appearance; Phil was wearing a plaid shirt, unbuttoned due to the warmer weather, skinny jeans with striped socks. His boxers peeked out from the top of his slighty sagging pants, they were a flower pattern. He was also wearing his glasses. Phil pushed up his glasses at the bridge then sliding his hands in his pockets as he waited for a response, his shirt lightly flapping in the wind from the open window. Phil sure looked attractive with his glasses on...

Dan swallowed hard, shaking the thought from his head. "O-oh, uh, you know, just some of the questions and all." He managed to reply, composing himself quickly. Dan's tongue felt swollen and heavy in his mouth, so his words came out a little sloppy as he stumbled on them. Phil smiled to himself, chuckling as he shook his head. "It's more than just that, obviously, you twat." He stated blatantly, still smiling so gently as he took off his glasses and placed them on the desk beside him. Phil sat on the edge of the bed as Dan rolled over to look at the other boy. He found himself almost fully mesmerized by Phil's ocean blue orbs as they met with his own chocolate brown ones. They were like waves crashing against his frame, calming him as they lapped up against his shaky, nervous state.

The pair was just like that for awhile, gazing away into the other's eyes as smiles unconsciously mirrored on the boys' faces. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Phil broke the peaceful silence with a small, soft voice while he ruffled Dan's brown locks. He slightly leaned into Phil's touch, nodding in acknowledgement. "Yeah, I know," Dan replied quietly, pausing even though he had so much more to say. He turned over to lay on his back again and let out an airy sigh. Phil moved more onto the bed, leaning on his elbows and looking at the other boy curiously as he kicked his legs back and forth behind him. Dan licked his suddenly dry lips, clearly nervous about what he wanted to say. "it's just that..." He took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage he had for his incoming words. "...have you ever thought that maybe...we're, uh, more than just...friends?" His regular voice faultered on him, leaving his words in a whisper and a red tint creeped across his face out of embarrassment.

Dan expected the worse, that Phil would just leave the room quietly and they wouldn't talk for a while. A long while. Or that Phil would freak out and think Dan was a creepy pervert, that they're only friends and nothing more. But, that wasn't the case. Phil nodded slowly, glancing down into the eyes that of his best friend. "I actually have, quite frankly. It started when we began getting questions that portrayed us as...potential partners, I had never thought about it beforehand but if other people see our actions; how we treat each other, just us, as closer than friends, there must be a reason." He answered sincerely, reaching for one of Dan's hands. "I think I know why, too..." Phil continued, lacing their fingers together as he leaned down towards his best friend, placing his lips upon Dan's.

It wasn't just a friendly kiss, it screamed with meaning. There was a gentle, caring and loving force behind it. Dan kissed Phil back, realization of his feelings for him rushing quickly into his mind; it all made sense now.

Once the two broke the kiss, Dan pulled the smaller boy down beside him and an endearing smile crept upon his face. The two said nothing as Phil snuggled up to Dan, eventually falling asleep gripping Dan's shirt as he stroked Phil's hair soothingly. Dan took in all of Phil, every detail of his face, his ebony hair rippled in the warm breeze as his breathing became even and peaceful. He took note of how Phil slept with his mouth opened, it was kind of cute. He rested his head on top of Phil's, still smiling and slowly closing his eyes. "It's because it's been like this all along, unbeknownst to us..." Dan whispered to the already asleep Phil, finishing his earlier thought as he himself, too, started to drift off.

That day, something amazing that nobody else would understand bloomed between the two best friends, a love least expected by themselves, let alone anyone else. But it wasn't a bad thing, oh no, it meant they'd have each other. No words were needed to confirm how they felt. It was indeed, a beautiful thing.

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