prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.
a/n: LISTEN OK THIS TOOK THE HUGEST SPONTANEOUS PLOT TWIST EVER I’M IN AWE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING the ending of this was totally utterly completelyu unplanned it literally came to me about two hours ago and for some reason i thought it would be suitable to put in here so yes shit happens in this chapter hence why it’s so long
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Fifteen
Dan’s phone vibrates on the table, interrupting the dinner for the ninth time.
He’s forced by the glaring eyes of every member of his family, plus the visitors, to slide it out of sight and either shut it up by putting it on Do Not Disturb, or try to find out what the group chat’s talking about that’s apparently so important it needs his attention now.
But the last couple of messages haven’t come up in the form of a small red number beside the Power Squad’s name. They’re private messages from Max.
Max? Dan frowns. What does he want?
He’s suddenly interrupted by a sharp foot to his shin.
“Ow! Adam, you f-…” He manages to prevent disgracing himself (for the third time this evening) in front of his mother’s ‘highly important’ business partners, so he settles for a steady glare as Adam jerks his head urgently to the grey-haired woman sitting to the right of him, fixing Dan with an expectant stare.
“Daniel?” She prompts.
“Hm?” Dan pretends he hadn’t heard, hoping she hasn’t been trying to get his attention for too long while he’d been effectively ignoring her; wrapped up in his own life confined to a glow behind his phone screen.
“Mrs. Howell had just been telling me about Vienna.” She nods, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows in an impressed manner.
Oh, fuck. Vienna. “Yeah, I-…” He trails off, spearing a bean with his fork thoughtfully. “I’m going to Vienna.” He adds unhelpfully.