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~~~Phils POV~~~~

"See you next week guys!" I say friendly down the microphone. "Bye!" Dan also says and waves. A round of applause is then heard as the cameras go off. "That was a good one guys!" shouts our manger. I clap my hands together and smile while Dan shouts"Woo!" "See you next week you two!" the other Djs call, and me and Dan leave with a smile.

We exited the building and I let out a stretch. Dan turned round and smiled at me. "Someones tired?" I laughed and held my hand over my mouth, trying to hide my tongue that I could feel falling to the side. He turned back to face the road and yawned. "Well, It looks like i'm not the only one then?" I said as I stepped beside him. He laughed, that adorable of his, that just made me want me to melt on the spot. The laugh that could make any sad person happy, I smiled. "Yeah well, we best get home then" he smiled, and held his phone to his ear as he called for a taxi.

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We both stepped out of the taxi and I walked upto our front door. The night was cool, and had a gentle breeze and more importantly it was dark. Very dark. Pitch black. I shivered as I dug through my jeans pocket to find the keys, as Dan paid the taxi driver. I finally found them and unlocked the door. I tried to open the door, but the stupid handle was sticky! Every time I do this and I think, "Oh, I'll do it later!" then I just shrug it off and don't actually do anything. And this was another one of those moments where I felt like mentally slapping myself.

But this situation felt ten times worse. Why? Because it was cold, and dark. Did I mention i'm terrified of the dark? Well I am. I'm not quite sure but ever since I was young, I just picture evil demons coming to get me... sounds stupid I know, but you're not telling me you wouldn't be a tiny bit scared? I shook the door handle frantic, feeling beads of sweat rolling down my forehead. Nothing was happening. I panicked. Then something touched my shoulder and I felt like I jumped a mile. But... It was just Dan.

He had a concerned look on his face and he placed his hand reassuringly on my shoulder. "You okay Phil?" he asked calmly. I instantly felt relieved. I sighed. "Um.. Yeah I'm fine Dan" I answered. "Good" he said and opened the door within a second, then he gestured for me to go inside first. "Nope, you" I said and gestured for him to go first. "No Phil." he said with a playful smile. "Yes Dan" then we both giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls and entered at the same time, shutting the door behind us.

"I'll pop the kettle on" he said with a cheesy grin and skipped down the hallway, leaving me in bursts of laughter. I looked down the empty hallway after he'd gone. I often wonder where I'd be in life without Dan. No place happy that's for sure. He made me feel happy, more lively and he was just an overall best friend. Sometimes its just the small things that really made me feel happy. Casual jokes, insults that never really meant anything, playing video games, our videos we sometimes make together.

It's sometimes as if he is to good to be real. He's unbelievably funny, really kind, his personality is perfect, we have the same interests, his hobbit hair is adorable, his laugh makes me smile and his appearance overall just leaves me speechless... Wait. I was not just on about finding my best friend attractive.

Well, it's not like he isn't, because he is more than attractive but- No Phil. You are not gay. But then again... I've never actually found anything wrong with a guy in that sense. Usually with people when a boy thinks about a boy in that way he usually gets the cringes or the "Aww dude no, that's just wrong!" But. With me it's like the opposite.

But could I love Dan?

Suddenly a head popped round the corner, "You okay there Phil? You've been stood here for a while. Your tea is ready!" he said with a smile and a small laugh. Oh god kill me, those dimples. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, coming. Just let me take my shoes off" "Okie Dokie!" he said and whizzed back into the kitchen.

Then at that small innocent moment I realised the answer to my question. I didn't need to think If I could love Dan.

Because I was already in love with him.

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~~~Phils POV~~~~

"See you next week guys!" I say friendly down the microphone. "Bye!" Dan also says and waves. A round of applause is then heard as the cameras go off. "That was a good one guys!" shouts our manger. I clap my hands together and smile while Dan shouts"Woo!" "See you next week you two!" the other Djs call, and me and Dan leave with a smile.

We exited the building and I let out a stretch. Dan turned round and smiled at me. "Someones tired?" I laughed and held my hand over my mouth, trying to hide my tongue that I could feel falling to the side. He turned back to face the road and yawned. "Well, It looks like i'm not the only one then?" I said as I stepped beside him. He laughed, that adorable of his, that just made me want me to melt on the spot. The laugh that could make any sad person happy, I smiled. "Yeah well, we best get home then" he smiled, and held his phone to his ear as he called for a taxi.

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We both stepped out of the taxi and I walked upto our front door. The night was cool, and had a gentle breeze and more importantly it was dark. Very dark. Pitch black. I shivered as I dug through my jeans pocket to find the keys, as Dan paid the taxi driver. I finally found them and unlocked the door. I tried to open the door, but the stupid handle was sticky! Every time I do this and I think, "Oh, I'll do it later!" then I just shrug it off and don't actually do anything. And this was another one of those moments where I felt like mentally slapping myself.

But this situation felt ten times worse. Why? Because it was cold, and dark. Did I mention i'm terrified of the dark? Well I am. I'm not quite sure but ever since I was young, I just picture evil demons coming to get me... sounds stupid I know, but you're not telling me you wouldn't be a tiny bit scared? I shook the door handle frantic, feeling beads of sweat rolling down my forehead. Nothing was happening. I panicked. Then something touched my shoulder and I felt like I jumped a mile. But... It was just Dan.

He had a concerned look on his face and he placed his hand reassuringly on my shoulder. "You okay Phil?" he asked calmly. I instantly felt relieved. I sighed. "Um.. Yeah I'm fine Dan" I answered. "Good" he said and opened the door within a second, then he gestured for me to go inside first. "Nope, you" I said and gestured for him to go first. "No Phil." he said with a playful smile. "Yes Dan" then we both giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls and entered at the same time, shutting the door behind us.

"I'll pop the kettle on" he said with a cheesy grin and skipped down the hallway, leaving me in bursts of laughter. I looked down the empty hallway after he'd gone. I often wonder where I'd be in life without Dan. No place happy that's for sure. He made me feel happy, more lively and he was just an overall best friend. Sometimes its just the small things that really made me feel happy. Casual jokes, insults that never really meant anything, playing video games, our videos we sometimes make together.

It's sometimes as if he is to good to be real. He's unbelievably funny, really kind, his personality is perfect, we have the same interests, his hobbit hair is adorable, his laugh makes me smile and his appearance overall just leaves me speechless... Wait. I was not just on about finding my best friend attractive.

Well, it's not like he isn't, because he is more than attractive but- No Phil. You are not gay. But then again... I've never actually found anything wrong with a guy in that sense. Usually with people when a boy thinks about a boy in that way he usually gets the cringes or the "Aww dude no, that's just wrong!" But. With me it's like the opposite.

But could I love Dan?

Suddenly a head popped round the corner, "You okay there Phil? You've been stood here for a while. Your tea is ready!" he said with a smile and a small laugh. Oh god kill me, those dimples. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, coming. Just let me take my shoes off" "Okie Dokie!" he said and whizzed back into the kitchen.

Then at that small innocent moment I realised the answer to my question. I didn't need to think If I could love Dan.

Because I was already in love with him.