An: this is still in process but I thought id post it anyway because I havent published anything in a while:(. Sorry about that but just bare with me because I have been very busy what with it being the last week of school before the summer. However, now that the holidays are here, I will try to write more:). The key word here is TRY as I am taking part in a play over the six week holidays. Love you all and I hope you have a wonderful summer:). Sorry for waffling, ok, bye. 

Phil lay on his bed, staring up at the patterns on the ceiling, and worried. It wasn't a 'have I looked the door' kind of worry or even  a 'I have a test tomorow and I havent studied!' Kind. No, it was more of a 'OMG, im about to be hit by a bus!' kind of worry. It was a worry that started in your stomach and churned food and  chilled your blood. A worry that crept its way through your body, freezing your organs like deer caught in headlights, a phrase that is terribly clichés but described perfectly how Phil felt. He felt as though his whole body was broken, refusing to cooperate. His rational thoughts seemed to have eloped, to where, he wasn't quite sure but he was certain on one thing: it was somewhere he wasn't! Why did he feel like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole, you may ask. Well the answer to that was simple: tomorow was truth day.

In fact, I would like to retract the statement I just made, the answer is not, in fact, simple, for I realise that, as people of an alternate reality, you are probably not aware of truth day so I shall now explain it to you, as briefly as possible. Truth day is a day that occurs on the 11th day of the 11th month every 11 years. This day is imbued with magic, or so they say. No one is, in fact, quite sure as to why this day has the effects it has but it does. You see, on this day, you must only tell the truth. Not only that, but it is incredibly likely for you to tell your darkest secret to the people you are closest to. Now, unbeknownst to his housemate and best friend, Dan, Phil has been developing feelings for him for the past 8 years. So, now you may be begining to understand the full scale of the problem that Phil was now presented with: how would he refrain himself from telling Dan how he truly felt towards him when it came to truth day?

Phil tossed and turned that night, terrified for what was to come. Unhappy thoughts raced through his head, his mind coming up with awful sinarios: what if Dan left? What if it would be the end of their friendship? What if, what if, what if? When he did finally drift off, it was a restless sleep, filled with nightmares of horrifying beasts and sharp tooth monsters that tore at phils heart and ripped his soul to shreds.

Phil awoke the next day, drenched with sweat, with a tight not in his stomach. For a moment he couldn't recall why he felt so anxious, but then it hit him. Today was truth day. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a ball and disappear, but his body wouldnt let him. The ancient magic stopped him from hiding and instead propelled him towards dans room. Phil tried to resist but it only moved him faster until, finally, he reached dans door. Before he could stop it, his hand had reached up and knocked on the door. Upon hearing nothing, he pushed it open and entered, expecting to see a sleeping Dan. However, he was met with an empty bed and certainly no Dan. Instinctively his feet pushed him towards the living room, the magic sensing that Dan was near. Sure enough, Phil entered the living room to see a worried looking Dan. 

"Dan!"

"Phil!" They exclaimed as one, walking towards each other.

"Ive got something to tell you." They both announced, the magic of the day causing them to both feel a need to confess. Once more, they spoke together, "I love you!" 

"You do?"  With that they closed the gap between them and their lips met. Sparks shot through phils body as the kiss intensified. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil, pulling him closer. The kiss seemed to last forever but, eventually, they had to pull apart, they needed to breath after all. Together they collapsed onto the sofa and dan began to chuckle softly to himself. "What is it, you spoon?" 

"Nothing, its just that I was so worried about today, but it all turned out fine, better that  fine! It turned out brilliant!" He said, pulling Phil in for another kiss.

"Oh, you have no idea how worried I was!" Phil chuckled, "but, maybe, just maybe, truth day isn't so bad after all!" 

Phil smiled as he remembered that day. It was eleven years later and they had been happily married for 5 years but there was still one thing that Phil wanted.

"Dan?" Phil muttered, staring at the beautiful man in his arms. "I know that its late, midnight in fact, but, as its truth day and you have to tell the truth today, I was just wondering..." He paused cautious as to how to continue.

"Go on," Dan muttered sleepily,

"Well, I was just wondering, would you, maybe, consider us starting a family?" Dan was wide awake now and he smiled as he turned to look at Phil.

"Of course, you spoon! Nothing would make me happier. But we have all day to sort it out, for now, try and get some sleep." With that, the two fell asleep with smiles of complete bliss upon their faces.

an: ok, its finished. I hope you liked it! Also, has anyone been to pride? I went on Saturday and it was fantastic! Ok, sorry again about my waffling, I know its an awful habit but I just love waffles! (I mean, who doesnt) ok, sorry, bye!