Hi. This is an expression of fandom, people mentioned are not necessarily in the presented situation- though I wish they were. ENJOY~

Dan's POV

Honestly, I don't know when I started to love him so much. I had first just been watching from a screen, much like any other fan; I was ridiculously ecstatic, though I hope I didn't show it too much, to have finally have met him. And who knew any two people could've clicked as fast as we did.

We then swept the world of the internet with our complementing charisma's and humorous endeavors.

But, deep in the back of my mind there's this strange feeling of longing- as if my stupid brain thinks things with Phil could get any better. I have to push all of that away though' farther than I've already put it, because we're about to head out for dinner, result of our excellent cooking skills.

When Phil asked me if we should film our supper I just shrugged and headed towards my room to scavenge the depths of my closet for a coat- perhaps if I got lost in there and found Narnia- it could take my minds off things.

Phil had decided not to film our Chinese restaurant adventure; I hope it wasn't because I had failed to answer him clearly. I was acting really off, and I knew Phil knew it. He'd never been a great actor but even so, he'd try his best to construct a fairly decent poker face to hide the concern that lines his face. Then he'd make a funny comment about how his bowl of noodles looked like a lion's head which I then proceeded to comment about how the dumplings looked like placenta, much to his dismay since he had just put one in his mouth. I was immediately laughing of course, feeling slightly better but all the more confused.

Why is he so- so- adorable.

Well, he's adorable and a lot of other things. Our viewers would know that I was the really sexual one and Phil would add to the comedy by countering with his innocence. Phil would be regarded to as the cute one as much as he'd like my title as the handsome one. But behind the filming sessions, little is it known that he'd be the one who would cheer me up whenever I get all soul-searchy or when I'm bombarded by slightly depressing thoughts- often, filled with him. And him cheering me up makes it even more confusing and harder! My resolve whenever he gets too cute or makes me laugh obnoxiously is to hit him, prank him relentlessly (to which in my disadvantage, makes him cuter) or comment about his mum. He would then deal with all of this and almost never fights back, as if he's got all the patience in the world jarred up somewhere.

He's just this sweet, innocent ball of emo hair that I want to go Gollum on.

Woah. That was weird.

I had just realized that we were back in front of our flat, Phil waving his hand in front of my eyes, his poker face failing him.

"You alright mate?"

"Yea-yeah... probably just the Chinese food getting to me..." I said, almost too quickly as I rushed my way in, stepping foot into my room, locking the door as I stroked my forehead.

Shit. When had all this admiration turned into lust. When had I gone ahead and fallen in love?