"I call the shower!"

"No, I have hobbit hair, Phil, and because of you it;s covered in chocolate syrup and sprinkles!"

"Not if I get there first!"

They raced up the stairs, stumbling over each other to get to the door of their room. Phil was reaching for the handle when Dan grabbed his shirt, pulling him to the floor.

"You twat," he said, caressing Phil's cheek with his thumb. Phil leaned forward, colliding their lips. They sat sticky, in front of the door, clinging to each other, until they realized, 1, they were in the middle of the hallway in a hotel in Vegas, and 2, they were getting stuck to each other. They peeled their faces apart, and stood, when-

"Shooowweerrr!" Dan yelled, pushing past Phil.

Phil rolled his eyes and sat on the floor outside of the bathroom, not wanting to get anything sticky. When Dan (finally) left, he opened the door to find a thoughtful Phil staring up at him.

Phil got into the shower, and all he could think of was Dan.

"But this is DAN, Dan HOWELL. He' my best friend, and I'm straight? and why am i fantasizing about him?! No. But...He likes me! We KISSED at the zoo! Fucking Hell, I'm gonna wing it."