prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).
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Im sorry if this kinda sucks my laptop is literally too hot for me to write properly on bc of this fucking WEATHER wtf England pls cool down I need to write things
The UK sees a lil bit of sun for the first time in about 300 years and mcr (nearly) rose from the dead. What a week it’s been.
Anyway I hope this is ok!! Writing on a laptop with a broken fan in thirty degree weather really wasn’t the best idea but I hope I did ok somehow?? Maybe???
(for anyone outside the UK, ‘Timpson’ is a key cutting company btw)
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Thirteen
They wake up with their limbs still tangled together.
When Phil rolls into consciousness, bleary eyes and an untidy fringe, the first thing he notices is Dan’s arm slung loosely around his waist. He gulps, trying to keep as still and as casual as possible, but it turns out sharing a bed with a very attractive cleaner doesn’t do his attempts at nonchalance any justice whatsoever. Dan’s still lying on his side, his body touching Phil’s back and one of his legs overlapping Phil’s and okay, shit. They’re definitely spooning now.
The window’s slightly open and a summer breeze is ruffling the curtains, which Phil’s quite thankful for considering the fact it’s beginning to get a little hot underneath here. He doesn’t quite know how to go about moving in the situation he’s in; if Dan’s asleep, he doesn’t really want to wake him up
In the end, he whispers a thin “are you awake?” into the morning silence. It’s audible enough for Dan to hear it, but quiet enough for it not to wake him up if he’s asleep.
“Yeah,” the reply comes a few seconds later. Phil jumps a bit, having not been expecting an actual response. “Um. Have been for a while.”
“Right,” Phil nods, trying not to think about Dan’s legs intertwining with his. Fuck, are they not going to talk about this?
“Did you sleep well?” Dan breaks his train of thought.
“Er- yeah, fine,” Phil stutters. Despite the minor incident that had broken his sleep, it had been a very comfortable night. “You?”
He regrets it almost as soon as he says it. He’d only been trying to search for conversation, something to distract himself from the fact that Dan’s consciously cuddling him and isn’t fucking moving away, but he doesn’t particularly want to bring up anything Dan doesn’t want to talk about.
Dan’s quiet for a few moments, before a mumble follows. “Er- yeah,” he sighs. “Been better, but-… yeah.”