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You waved your legs around, unintentionally creating a clumsy pattern. You twisted and turned on the mattress in frustration. There was no position that seemed to fit your fancy just right; nothing was comfy enough.

“Um… (Y/n)?” Dan asked you from the vanilla colored carpet floors. Dark as a midnight sky, you could only hear the shuffles that he made as he flipped over to what you assumed was to face you.

You were spending the night at Dan and Phil’s apartment, having had dinner with them to celebrate your birthday aside from meeting with your family. Coincidentally, they were your only local friends. On the way back from the restaurant, you fell into a light sleep in the taxi, the close proximity of three people sharing a taxi making it all-the-more awkward. Although, both of them had ignored it, one having even gone as far as to carry you back inside to their apartment. The plan was to have a few drinks at their place and then you would head home, but after falling asleep once, you didn’t have the energy to survive another car ride. You’d stayed out later at the restaurant than you’d expected.

Dan offered you his bed, but you denied it. Or, at least, at first you did. Now, after about ten minutes of arguing and then Phil deciding to simply shove the both of you into Dan’s room to figure it out for yourselves, you lay on the bed. Dan lay only a few feet away, but it felt like so much further than it really was. After all, you were almost two feet above him so that gave the distance a bigger extent from the angle. Moreover, why did it matter how far away from him you were?

Engulfed in Dan’s scent, you’d been lying there, doing nothing more than staring at the deep black ceiling, for much too long. Unfortunately, you didn’t seem to be able to call on the nerve to do anything - such as go to the bathroom and simultaneously, or even plugging your phone in (It had died.) and scroll on Tumblr. All of it simply because Dan would watch you walk around and act comfortable in his own room and wonder why you were so restless.

And then, as impatient as usual, you groaned and rolled over, leaning off the side of the bed to face Dan. “I can’t get comfortable,” you told him, and pouted to enunciate. Unbeknownst to you, he smirked from behind his curtain of cheap thin blanket.

“I think I can help with that,” he said before standing up, shaking off his blanket, and taking a step toward you. You rose a brow, scooting backwards, partly to make room and partly because you were surprised. Dan leaned over the edge of the bed and gracefully slid himself under the little foot-space of covers you had left after moving, facing you. he slithered closer to you and tugged on your shoulder, inching you toward his chest. At that moment, the both of you were blushing profusely.

You remained silent, not having the heart to break the wary moment. When had Dan ever been so confident? Possibly because he was tired? Already, you were confused as to why he wasn’t on Tumblr for hours after you had been hauled into this room in the first place. Maybe he felt the same way you did. Of course, your automatic assumption was that that was impossible.

Then, Dan broke the silence, “Come on, I know you’re not comfortable.” It was true. You lay stiff as a board, legs still sprawled out from how they’d been dragged across the bed. And you dared not touch Dan. Of course, that was getting harder by the second, seeing as he awkwardly insisted it.

Obeying only half of the way, you re-positioned your legs, continuing to refuse to even skim Dan, but none-the-less more comfortable than before. In response, Dan groaned, and you cringed. Now that you had this giant lying next to you that you just-so-happened to have unintentional feelings for, you were never going to get to sleep. Not to mention how your mind was all over the place, wondering about Dan, and why he was doing this, and why he was so confident, and about how long he’d wanted to do that for the past hour or if it was simply a joke and to mess with you.

“Try harder,” he told you. You shifted slightly.

"(Y/n),” he spoke, and then silence resumed.

“How dare you put me in this awkward position,” he said, raising a fake-ly offended hand to his chest, giggling under his breath at his own joke. You attempted to resist from laughing, but a small fraction of air blew from your nose in a near-snort form the urge and — with how undeniably close the two of you were — Dan heard it. Unsurprisingly, his attitude switched to proud, and you shuffled a tad bit closer to hide your face from his in embarrassment.

A few minutes later, Dan decided he had enough of your stubbornness. He wrapped his hands all the way around you boldly, to in-between your shoulder blades and on the small of your back. You took in a sharp breath, and he yanked you forward, literally shoving you into his chest. He could hear your every breath and there was no doubt he could tell how fast your heart was beating. Yet, somehow, you felt extremely comfortable — like it was natural.

And, unfortunately, it wasn’t. Your face, to put it nicely, burst into flames, and you resting one hand on Dan’s chest, pushing slightly to let him know that it wasn’t necessarily okay (basically, you wouldn’t admit you liked it), but you were good enough of a friend not to pick him up and throw him through the wall. I mean, not that he translated that much through a hand, but...

Dan chuckled at your scared reaction. He calmly rested his chin on your head, hugging you and ignoring your warning. You sighed, and gave in, hesitantly putting one hand on his waist. You simultaneously released some of the tension in your back — in other words, slouching — and inhaled slowly, preparing yourself.

“That’s more like it,” Dan said. You realized you hadn’t heard him say anything in a while; you’d been too busy communicating through actions, and his voice soothed you.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” You asked, yawning. You walked into the kitchen after missing Dan’s undeniably radiant warmth.

“Who ever said I’d make you breakfast?” Dan asked jokingly. You laughed at him sarcastically and rounded the corner, smiling once you saw his joyful face.

“Fine, then,” you replied, “I’ll just eat your cereal.” You paired your statement with a stuck-out tongue after he gave you a faking-ly devastated face.

You both sat down familiarly at the table when you were finished pouring the cereal, Dan having agreed with you to share. Phil walked in on the small talk you two were having.

“How was sleep?” He asked politely, sitting down across from you after having grabbed the mug Dan poured for him.

“Good,” you replied, taking a suspicious bite from your cereal, pretending to protect your bowl from him and the all-knowing look he gave you.

“So… you two still friends, or…?” Your face blushed and you forgot about your cereal, moving your gaze to Dan, not knowing what you’d expect besides a red face.

“Y-You… saw?” You spoke up. Phil simply nodded and looked at the flooring with guilt.

“Well…” Dan muttered, blushing along with you. Phil looked back up and laughing uncontrollably. Both you and Dan simultaneously sent a glare his way, and he only laughed more.