Project Partners- Phan

Dan Howell and I have never been friends. I don’t hate him or anything, he seems like a nice guy, I’ve just never spoken to him. That’s about to change though because we’re now project partners. We have to do a short film for Media; we can choose what we do. I think the project will be fun.

My mum drops me off outside Dan’s door and I walk up to it slowly. It’s a nice looking house, two stories, white-cemented walls with a blue tinned roof and a blue door. I knock on the door using the lion shaped brass doorknocker, I really like that doorknocker. I hear the pattering of steps and the door swings open to reveal Dan wearing black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt, he has a black square earing in his right ear, a white square in his left, his hair has been straightened to perfection and he smells nice, he must be wearing some sort of cologne. It almost looks like he dressed up for me.
“Hey Phil!” Dan says with a big grin on his face.
“Hi Dan, you look nice today.” I say casually. He blushes and looks down in an attempt to hide it, the smile on his face is still there.
“T-thanks, you look good too.” He blushes again, I chuckle at his shyness, which only makes him blush a deeper shade of red.
“Well, come on in.” Dan says, stepping aside to allow me to enter. I walk into his house and let my eyes wonder around the hall while he shuts the door behind me. The inside looks just as nice as the outside, white walls lined with photos of Dan and his family and the floorboards are dark brown and shiny.
“I like your house.” I tell Dan as he turns back around to face me.
“Thanks, do you want anything to eat or drink?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Ok, my room’s upstairs.” Dan walks me down to the end of the hall where a polished spiral staircase leads to the rooms on the second story. The top floor looks he same as the bottom. Dan takes me to a room at the end of the hall; he shuts the door behind us when we enter. His room has brown walls, a light brown carpet and brown bed sheets. If I were to describe his room with one word it would be brown. He also has a white desk with a laptop sitting on it. It’s only now that I’ve entered his room that I noticed just how quiet the house is.
“Your house is quiet, where is everyone?”
“Dad’s at work, my brother has moved out to go to university and mum is out with friends, she won’t be back for another hour. Sorry if you have a problem with that.”
“No, it’s fine. Lets get started.” He sat down on his desk chair and I sat on his bed.
“What do you want to do it on?”
“The easiest thing possible.” We both laugh and agree that we want this to be as easy as possible, then we realise we actually could do a film on the easiest thing possible. We start a draft storyboard but soon get distracted by the Internet. It started with us looking up what the easiest thing ever was, we ended up on YouTube where we were recommended a video that we wanted to watch, then there was another video, and another, and another until we were just looking at funny cat montages. We may not be doing what we were supposed to be doing, but we are having too much fun to care.
“What is it doing!?” We laugh as we watch a cat stand on its two hind legs and move out of the frame.
“Why did it do that?” We laugh harder as a cat runs inside a plastic bag then falls off a table. We are both sitting on his bed with the laptop resting on his lap. When he joined me on the bed he sat a little closer than what most people would consider normal but I didn’t mind. I was leaning into him to get a better look at his laptop so our thighs, knees and shoulders were touching. A light blush appears to be permanently tattooed onto his skin, it gets darker every time I look at him.
I’ve noticed that he is constantly glancing at me, most people would find that weird but, once again, I don’t mind.
The cat on the screen tries with all its might to jump from one windowsill to another, but fails and falls short, sending it plummeting towards the ground. We both find this particularly funny and burst out laughing. We lean further into each other and I have to place my hand on his shoulder to steady myself.
He looks at me and I look at him. He blushes an even deeper shade of red, but doesn’t turn away. Instead, his eyes flicker towards my lips and he leans in slightly.
As he does, everything begins to make sense. Getting dressed up, blushing constantly, the ‘secret’ glances. Dan Howell has a crush on me. And I realise that not only don’t I mind, but also I’m really glad he does.
I quickly lean forward and connect our lips in a soft kiss.
He responds immediately, moving his hands to my hair and pulling me closer to him. I place my hands on his hips and pull him so he’s on my lap; we both completely ignore the laptop as it falls to the ground. I lower myself down on the bed and pull him with me so he’s on top of me straddling my thighs, our lips never disconnecting.  I trace my tongue over his lower lip and he opens his mouth. Our tongues battle it out for dominance; in the end I let him win. He explores my mouth; I move my hands from his hips to his arse and cup it lightly. He gasps, and then moans, as I push our crotches together, creating blissful friction. He starts grinding against me. The room seems to have gotten a few degrees hotter and I feel the need to take our clothes off. I pull away from him, but keep our lips close, only a center metre apart.
“Clothes. Off.” He nods, rips his shirt off and starts unbuttoning mine. After he undid the last button he moved his hands over my chest and smiled.
“You’re beautiful…” He whispered as he reconnected our lips. I smiled into the kiss and moved my hands so one rested on his now exposed lower back and the other tangled in his soft brown hair. He started to fiddle with my belt but quickly pulled away when he heard the front door open then close.
“Helloooo, I’m hoooome! Where’s my little baby?” Dan blushed furiously and I chuckled.
“Muuum! I told you not to call me that!” He yelled as he pulled his shirt over his head.
“I think it’s cute.” I laughed as I started buttoning up my shirt.
“Shut up.” He tried to glare at me but that didn’t last long and soon he was laughing with me.
“C’mon, I bet mum bought us back something to eat.” He looked at me and smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Lets go then, little baby.” I say in a mocking voice.
“Shut up!” He says, playfully hitting me on the chest. We laughed and walked out of his room. We found his mother in the kitchen, unpacking some groceries she had bought while she was out.
“There’s my baby! Come here and give mummy a hug.” Dan went over to his mum, hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I struggled to contain my aww. When Dan pulled away from his mother she looked over at me with a big smile on her face.
“You must be Phil! Danny has been so excited about you coming over.” I looked at Dan and smiled.
“Oh, has he now?” Dan went redder than a tomato.
“Aww, baby. Am I embarrassing you? I’m sorry Hon.” She then turned to me.
“He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed.”
“I totally agree.”
“Mum!” Dan’s mum looked at him guiltily.
“I’m doing it again aren’t I? Sorry baby. Here, mummy bought you and Phil chocolate muffins.” She said, handing Dan two large chocolate muffins.
“Thanks mum.” Dan mumbled as he took the muffins, he then turned to me.
“C’mon, we can eat these in my room, we need to finish storyboarding the film.”
“Ok.” We run back upstairs and he closes the door behind us. We sit down on the floor with the storyboard between us. After another half hour I hear his stomach rumble.
“Lets take a break, you are obviously hungry.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“No you’re not, you need to eat.”
“I will later, after I’ve finished the storyboard.” I pick up one of the muffins we had left untouched and rip off a bite sized piece. I then offered it to him. He rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth all the same. I place the piece of muffin in his mouth, he chews and swallows. I continue feeding him until both the muffin and the storyboard are finished.
“Finally, done.” He says with a sigh.
“What should we do now?” I answer his question by leaning forward and kissing him. He smiles into the kiss, and then pulls away slightly.
“I was hoping you would do that.” He says before reconnecting our lips. I place my hand on his cheek and we both smile into the kiss. Suddenly the door opens and Dan’s mum walks into the room. Dan and I instantly pull apart.
“Oh! What did I just walk in on?” Dan’s mum looks shocked, but the shocked look on her face is quickly replaced with a grin bigger than the one she was wearing earlier.
“You two make such a cute couple!”
“Mum!”
“Sorry, I’ll leave you boys to it. But no funny business!”
“Mum!”
“Sorry, sorry, leaving.” His mum walks out but doesn’t shut the door.
“Does your mum-”
“Yeah, my mum already knew I was gay, she just didn’t know I liked someone.”
“How long have you liked me?”
“Since I first saw you in Media.” He blushed. I laughed and kissed him again.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like you too.” He smiled.
“I liked you first.”
“Oh, it’s a competition then?”
“Yes, and I won.”
“You may have liked me first, but I made the first move.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, I kissed you, remember.”
“Ah, yes, but it was me who requested that we be partnered up. My plan was to ask you out.”
“You still haven’t done that yet.”
“Wanna go on a date with me?” We both say at the same time.
“I said it first!” Dan exclaims confidently.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!” I jump up from where I was sitting and tackle hugged him so I am lying on top of him.
“Admit that I won or I will never get off you.”
“Who says that I want you to get off?” I leaned down and kissed him. I moved my lips quickly against his and he responded just as eagerly. My phone then went off, startling both of us so we separated. I roll off him to get my phone. It was a text from my mum asking me where I was. Upon checking the time I realise I should have been home by now.
“I have to go now.” Dan pouted at me.
“I want you to stay.”
“I want to stay too.” I say, and then pull him into me so I could kiss him again.
“I really like you.” I whisper.
“I really like you too.” He whispers back. Our faces are so close I could feel his breath on my lips. I pull him into another kiss. I really like kissing him. I pull away and he leads me to the front door, how fingers interlocked the entire time.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in school.”
“Can’t wait.” He says, kissing me again.
“Bye, baby.” I say as I walk away, then I turn around to look at him and blow him an air kiss. He laughs and then goes back inside. I smile and practically skip home I’m so happy. I can’t wait till I see him tomorrow.