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Warning(s): Song
Title: You and I
Pairing: Phil Lester x Reader
Fandom: Youtube
Word Count: 993

(This fanfiction is based on the song You and I by Ingrid Michaelson)

Don't you worry there, my honey

We might not have any money

But we've got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you're cute and funny

Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, you and I

You were getting ready for bed, brushing your hair one last time for the night. It had been a stressful day, trying to work out the bills with Dan and Phil. A few things had broken in the apartment and the bills needed paid. So you had to work out what you were going to use the money for, since there was a lot you needed. It had stressed everyone out and put them in a bad mood.

You just wanted to go to sleep or at least lay down. You liked sleeping, since it seemed like all your problems disappeared when you fell asleep. The bad thing about sleeping was getting up, all of your problem falling back onto your chest. There was always a price for something that you loved.

You sighed, glancing at the mirror before heading into Phil's bedroom. The two of you had been dating for a few years and you moved in a year ago. Dan didn't mind. He had actually said that you had taken too long to move in. Normally the days with them was stress free, but like every households, you had your days.

You laid down on the bed, relaxing. Phil was already in bed, reading a book he had just bought for himself. Once you got into bed he set the book down and turned to look at you. Normally the two of you would talk a bit before bed. It would always be about random stuff that was on your mind.

Well, you might be a bit confused

And you might be a little bit bruised

But baby how we spoon like no one else

So I will help you read those books

If you will soothe my worried looks

And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, you and I

"So, what do you want to talk about? I know today wasn't really good. Don't worry, we'll get some money soon. We don't have to worry about money for long." Phil said, trying to lighten the mood between the two of it. It was never good to go to bed angry or annoyed, so you tried to feel better.

"What would you do if we were rich?" You mumbled, not really expecting an answer. You were just thinking about it. If you were rich, with all the money you could ever want, what would you do with it? You would have everlasting money, so you could do something stupid with it. You could do anything.

"Probably buy my mother a nice house down in the south of France. I think she would like that." Phil said, looking at you with those eyes that you loved to stare into. No matter what was going on, Phil always had the ability to make you feel calm. He helped you in many ways while you helped in other ways. It was like you were made for each other. You hated when people said that. It sounded so cliche that it made you want to throw up. You hated mushy things. Yet you seemed to have ended up in a mushy relationship that you didn't mind.

"I think I would buy everyone sweaters.." You yawned, felling quite tired now, "Then I would teach them how to dance." You knew that you had only said this because you were tired. You were getting to that silly feeling that you got when you were quite tired. You were loopy. You seemed to get like this most nights if you stayed up later than normal.

"Yeah." Phil chuckled, "That would be nice. Maybe you could teach me how to dance." He looked at you with a sweet smile on his face. He wasn't tired yet, unlike you. He was used to staying up later than you. He would normally edit videos once you were asleep. He liked listening to your calming breathing once you were asleep.

"We could buy a house way on top of a hill so we could see people. They would all look like ants from where the house is. That would be nice..." You mumbled, your eyes slowly shutting. You knew it wouldn't be long now until you fell asleep. You could feel the weight being dropped on your eyes. You wanted to keep them shut.

"Yeah, yeah, we could." Phil leaned over to you and kissed your forehead. You smiled before falling into a nice sleep. You began to dream about the kind of life that you and Phil would have if you were rich. You would get sweaters and a new house where people looked like ants. That would be nice. Just you and Phil.

Oh let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, you and I

~The End~