Dan slumped out of bed stretching. He lets out a long, tired yawn and looks at the clock. "HOLY FUCK!" He jumped out of bed not even bothering to put day clothes on. "PHIL! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME?!" he yelled down the hallway to the kitchen... 'but nobody came'. (Get it? Undertale reference? ehhh??) He walked into the kitchen and was surprised Phil wasn't in his usual spot sitting on the countertop eating DANS cereal. He went to see if Phil was in any of his normal spots. He's not on the couch. Or in bed... Or in the recording room... Where is that boy? Dan thought to himself. He had just turned the corner when he saw Phil standing at the window looking at the busy streets of England. Phil haddn't noticed Dan yet. "Bo!" Dan yelled smiling. Phil jumped and clutched his chest. "Dan! Stoppppppp!!" Phil winced. Dan simply shook his head with a devilish grin. "You should never turn your back on Dan, haha!" Dan rubbed the fact he finally scared Phil after four, boring weeks in. "You gave me a heart attack." Phil started walking away. Dan just laughed rubbing it in more. "So... What were you looking at anyway?" (Sudden change of topic... Oh Dan.) They walk to the kitchen and almost immediately engulf themselves in the internet however they could. 

~Time Skippety-doo~ {Phil's POV}

"Dan. Can we do something else?" I wined. I really didn't find anything new to entertain me I Haven't already done. He looked at me with his... dreamy... Chocolate brown eyes... Now he's smiling. That would be enough to make me giddy like a schoolgirl. It's not one of the average smiles you get seeing someone you know. But a real, genuine smile. A tint of pink shade wipes across my cheeks. "We can play the genocide undertale game we haven't showed the internet yet." He stood and started to walk away. He waited at the door, obviously waiting for me to follow him. Obviously... I stood from my placement of butt. That sounds weird... I have to stop talking to myself... I follow his to our recording room. "Where did we leave off?" Dan asked while he sat in his probably broken chair he constantly falls off. I sat down in mine and started thinking... My mind went here. Don't talk to yourself, don't talk to yourself, don't talk to yourself... Dang I'm talking to myself. I spaced out for like... 15 seconds until Dan brought me back. "Are you okay Phil... You seem to be spacing out a lot recently..." I smiled at him, hoping I'd get a smile in return. He did... Yes! Secret victory. "Yeah I'm fine. I've just been caught up in life, don't question it." Dan opens the game after giving me a weird look and saying 'what life'. He got that one from me. Keep telling yourself that... God! Why is my brain so mean to me! I smiled at my own thoughts. Dan glanced at me and smiled, redirecting his eyes to the monitor.