Notes

Dan's P.O.V
"Nopety- nope- nope- nope- I'm not doing it! I don't care what you think; I refuse."

"Come on!! Daaannnnnn, it will be fun!"

"Phillip Lester, I did nothing for you to interrupt my Tumblr time, and did you not hear my refusal to do your crazy dare? I don't want- no...will not- prank call your mom!! She doesn't like me as it is already! I'm not going to give her a reason to hate me even more!!"

"She doesn't hate you!"

"Well, she doesn't like me either."

"That's not true!"

Whatever... "Well, one way or another, you are not going to get me to prank call your mother."

He sticks his bottom lip out and begs, "Danny, it'll be fun! Don't be such a party pooper!" He gets up, and weakly tries to pull me from my sofa crease. "Come onnnnnnnn!!!"

"Don't call me Danny, and why can't you do it yourself?" Phil is making it hard for me not to just let me slip from his weak grasp, just to see if he would crash backward or not.

"She'll know its me, otherwise, I would!"

"Have Pj do it."

He flops down next to me and rubs his face against my arm. "Eeerrrrrrgggggguuuuurrrrrrr!!!!!!"

I look up from my phone and stare at him, "What in the world was that?"

"Umm... My impression of a dying zebra...?" A light tint of pink crosses his cheeks, which was quite noticeable compared to his paper white skin.

I raise my eyebrows, keeping my poker face on, "Really?"

His already pink face darkens in shades, "S-shut up!" I can't keep it in any longer, and I bust out in laughter.

"Shut up!" He punches my arm. "Stop laughing! It wasn't even that funny!"

Catching my breath, I look back at him, still holding back laughter. "A dying zebra?"

"Shut up!" Unable to control it, I start laughing again. Phil gives an exasperated sigh, and stalks off to his room, leaving me to my laughter. It takes me a good 10 minutes to stop laughing.

"Oh, Gods..." My stomach aches, as I get up off the couch, wiping my tears and walk into Phil's room.
He's facing away from me, earbuds in, blasting Panic!atTheDisco's "Death of a Bachlor". I sneak in, staring at his black hair. The next song comes on and it's one that I know, so I start singing it.

"They're going to clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun to keep an eye on you son

So they can watch all the things you do



Because tHE DRUGS NEVER WORK

THEY'RE GONNA GIVE YOU A SMIRK

'CAUSE THEY GOT METHODS OF KEEPIN' YOU CLEAN

THEY GONNA RIP UP YOUR HEADS

YOUR ASPIRATIONS TO SHREDS

ANOTHER COG IN THE MURDER MACHINE..."

Phil wakes up confused. He rubs his eyes, then glances around the room looking for the the source of the other singing, till his eyes land on me. His lips turned up into a smirk, and he rolls his eyes. I was still singing at full volume. He unplugs the earbuds and turn up the volume, then sits back and watches.

"...AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED

SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES

OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE."

He laughs when I throw my head back, with my hands on my hips, doing my a sexy face.

He laughs when I throw my head back, with my hands on my hips, doing my a sexy face

"MAYBE THEY LEAVE YOU ALONE

BUT NOT ME

The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick"

Phil joins in for a second cause it's his favorite line "You're never gonna fit in much, kid" Gods he has a good voice.
"But if your troubled and hurt

WHAT YOU got under your shirt

WILL MAKE THEM PAY FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY DID

They said all

TEENAGERS SCARE

THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME

THEY COULD CARE LESS

AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED

SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES

OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE

MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE

BUT NOT ME"



I jump onto his bed still singing. He tries to push me off the bed, but before he could I grab his hands and pin them above his head, my legs on either side of his body. He struggles under my grasp as I start to tickle him, still singing.
"MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE

BUT NOT ME"
As the guitar solo went on he was able to wiggle from my grasp, and he flipped us over and we start to sing together."



"All together now

THEY SAY

TEENAGERS SCARE

THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME

THEY COULD CARE LESS

AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED"



He gets off of me and starts to jump on the bed, and I join him. The song finishes and we collapse into a heap of laughter.
"Danny, do you want to watch some anime?"

I hop off the bed. "I'll get the popcorn." We spend the rest of the night cuddled up in a nest of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals form Phil's room (and a few from Dan's, even if he won't admit it).

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A/N- This chapter was 829 words. Not including this Author's note, but including the first one... If that makes sense. Mkay! Please comment I do accept criticism about my writing, but I do not accept hate about Dan and Phil, or the fact that I this story is boy x boy, and you shall be ignored.