Once Upon A Kik | Phan

Dan didn't know what the heck possessed him to download kik onto his phone that day - nor did he know that downloading that app would do so much more than take up space on his phone. | Book One in the "YOU HAVE A MESSAGE" series.

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10. Juu

A/N: CHAPTER TEN! WOOHOO! This is the longest story I've ever written, ahaha XD
This chapter is a little bit shorter, sorry :P

I hope you enjoy :D

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A little while after that embarrassing ordeal, Dan's little brother had poked his head into Dan's room, squeaking out, "Dad says dinner's ready!" before running off again.

Ann had smiled and bid Phil goodbye as she hurried after the little brother to make sure he didn't blow up the kitchen or dining room in his race for food.

Dan shook his head, grinning like an idiot, and turned back to Phil. "My family is a little crazy," he admitted, and Phil threw back his head as he laughed. Dan loved the sound of that laugh - he could listen to it forever. He wanted to.

He mentally hit his head against a wall. Dan, shut up, he yelled at himself. This is not the time!

Definitely not the time, especially when Phil could see him.

"If you think that's crazy, then you don't want to meet my family," he giggled, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth again, which was one of the most adorable things ever - if it wasn't, then Dan didn't know what was. "Especially my brother Martyn, he's nuts."

Dan laughed. "I'm sorry I have to go," he said, his smile falling slightly. "I don't want to."

Phil smiled, almost sadly. "I don't want you to go," he responded, but then waved a hand in the air, his cheerful nature returning. "But dinner with your family is important, so go," he said brightly. "I think I'll be eating soon, too."

Dan smiled. "I'll message you when I get back," he promised, and he meant it.

Phil nodded. "I will, too. Bye!"

"Seeya," Dan replied, and reluctantly ended the call, and closing the laptop.
He sat back for a minute and sighed. What was this boy doing to him?

Phil was driving him wild.

Down in the dining room, Dan's father looked up and smiled as Dan walked in and took his usual place at the table.

"Did you have a good day, Dan?" he asked, picking up his knife and fork.

Dan grinned and nodded. "Yeah, thanks," he replied. "Have a good day in town?"
But before Dan's father could respond, his little brother did first.

"It was awesome!" he nearly yelled, gaining a glare from Ann. "Sorry," he said, before launching into the tales of the day.

Turns out they had gone all out in their shopping, buying every little thing they did or didn't need - mostly Ann's fault, which she guiltily admitted with a sheepish smile and a shrug.

Dan listened indifferently, nodding when appropriate and occasionally adding to the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.

And when Ann caught him staring into space, he knew that she knew what exactly he was thinking about. He continued to eat, determined not to blush. He wasn't sure if it worked or not.

Please don't let me blush, this is not the time, no, Dan, don't blush you little-

"So, Dan," his little brother piped up, bringing him out of his fantasies. "Who were you talking to earlier?"

Dan froze. "Pardon?" He saw Ann roll her eyes beside him, but he ignored her.

Dan's father joined in. "I don't remember the last time you spoke to someone for hours at a time," he noted. "Must have been someone important."

Dan shrugged. "One of my internet friends," he said, trying to remain nonchalant. "We Skyped today for the first time."

Ann bit her lip, but quickly covered it up by eating her potatoes. He had never wanted to stab his mother with a fork as much as this moment.

Dan's father raised an eyebrow. "Internet friend?" Dan could tell he didn't approve. "I don't understand."

"We met through the internet," Dan elaborated slightly.

Now Dan's father furrowed his eyebrows. "So you don't really know who he is."

"Desmond," Ann sighed. "Give Dan a break."
Desmond turned to her. "What?" he said. "I can't say I approve of talking to people you've never met in real life! They could be complete freaks."

"People you've met in real life can be freaks and you'd never know! Give people a chance!"

As Dan's parents started quietly bickering, Dan's mind started wandering dark paths.

What if Phil was a freak?

What if he was some sort of creepy stalker?

What would Dan do?

Now he was starting to panic, and he really didn't want to panic.

"Dan?" Ann placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Dan jumped at the contact, realising that he'd been staring down at his plate for the last little while, his hands frozen.

He looked up at his father, feeling a sudden urge of defiance. "Phil isn't a creep," he said. "I think I'd know by now if he was."

Desmond seemed a little taken aback, raising his eyebrow again. "Well, then," he began. "Convince me. Tell me about him."

Dan sighed, and began to talk.

A little while later, Dan collapsed on his bed. Good god, his family loved to give him grief.

He'd left out certain parts of his story - the parts that he'd told his mother about him having a massive crush on Phil. Oh yeah, and the fact that he was, indeed, bisexual. He wasn't quite ready to come out to his father yet, as he wasn't exactly sure of his homophobic status yet.

But for now, he rolled over and walked over to his desk. He picked up his phone and and unlocked it, not seeing any notifications from kik. He sighed as he entered his chat with Phil, and read over the last messages, specifically the one where Dan said he could wait for Phil.

That was a big, fat lie, in a certain way. At the time, he was so impatient to see Phil, even if it was just through a grainy computer screen - it would have to do for now.

But on the other hand, he could wait. He would wait forever for Phil if asked. He had a feeling that whatever Phil asked of him, if it was in his power, he would do.

Ohhhhh, boy... What had Dan gotten himself into this time?

He shouldn't be thinking these thoughts so soon. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be, were it anyone else. But for some reason, Phil seemed to have this immediate... effect on him, an effect that he couldn't quite place. And as annoying as it was, and as much as it continued to drive him completely mental, it was kind of nice.

And as much as he couldn't wait for the day he could see Phil face to face, but he would wait. He knew he had to.

So, in the meantime, he walked back over to his bed and sat down. And he sent a message to Phil.

danisnotonfire: hey Phil, I'm back (:

And then he put his phone on his bedside table, and fell back on his bed to wait for Phil.

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