After an evening of personal space invasion and a delicious dinner of dino-nuggets and black beans, (because they were literally five) courtesy of Mrs. Lester, the boys were lounging on the couch, trying to find something to watch on Netflix.

Phil's parents had gone upstairs soon after dinner, telling the boys to not stay up too late or light the house on fire. They had promised not to do so, and having already binged an entire season of Family Guy, were now in their current predicament.

"What time is it, anyway?" Phil yawned, scooching closer to Dan.

He checked his phone. "Not too late, almost ten thirty." He told him, gaze reverting back to his fruitless Netflix hunt.

"Got it." He slumped down, resting his head on Dans shoulder. They sat like that, both too tired to make an attempt at conversation, when an idea hit Phil. "Hey, have you heard of the movie, 'The King and I?' It's an old musical, and positivily fabulous." He explained, sitting up in his excitement, and nearly hitting the other boy square in the jaw in doing so.

The name did sound familiar. "Uhm, I don't think I've ever seen it. If it's good though, I'll give it a try." He shrugged, giving up the Grand Netflix Hunt while Phil jumped up and started shuffling through the stacks of DVDs they had.

"It must be around here somewhere, I just watched it the other day..." he murmured, moving to the next stack. "Aha! Here it is!" He held the case up triumphantly, rushing to put the disc in the player.

Once all that had been sorted out and the movie was successfully playing, he moved back to the couch, sitting next to Dan.

He snuggled up close to him, grabbing a blanket from the end of the couch and throwing it over them. He got comfortable, preparing himself for the beautiful movie. It really was one of his favorites, with eye catching costumes and sets, and amazing music.

"Remember, you really have to pay attention to the songs," he reminded Dan, who seemed utterly lost plot-wise. "Unlike most musicals today, the music isn't just there to sound nice, it tells the story." He explained, to which the other boy muttered something along the lines of, "okay" or, "thanks" or something.

The movie went by relatively quickly, Dan having wrapped his arm around Phil at some point, who had ended up almost sitting on him and then requiring consoling after he started to cry when the king died. All in all, they had a decent time.

"So, what's next, love?" Dan asked, kissing his cheek and pushing him off a little to stretch.

He shrugged. "You up for a midnight snack?" He asked, arching his back with a satisfying pop.

He grinned, sitting up properly. "When do I ever say no to food?" He laughed, standing up and pulling the other up next.

"Never since I've known you." They walked over to the kitchen, pulling open drawers and cupboards looking for something to eat.

"How about... mac and cheese?" Dan suggested, pulling out the box of Annie's Mac and cheese he had found.

Phil's face lit up, snatching the box out of his hand. "Perfect! While I'm getting stuff out, can you fill that pot about halfway with water?" He asked, gesturing towards a big pot on one of the shelves.

"You're... supposed to fill it with water?" He asked meekly, thinking back to a rather disastrous attempt at pasta he had made.

"Of course, what did you think you were supposed to do?" He responded, laughing while the brown haired boy blushed an embarrassed shade of crimson.

"I- I just-" he shook his head. "Never mind, it's a long story." He sighed, starting to fill the pot with water. So that's where I went wrong. He made a quick mental note that water was indeed required to make pasta when you didn't want to it to burn.

When the pot was successfully on the stove and starting to boil, Phil looked up from the fridge with a small frown on his face. "Bad news, everyone." He started, shutting the fridge and standing up straight. "It appears we're out of butter." He announced.

Dan groaned. "Well, shit. I suppose it's gonna be a mildly gross midnight snack."

He shook his head. "Or we could just go buy more butter." He suggested.

"Isn't it, like, really late though?" He wrinkled his nose. "Nothing'll be open."

"It's just after quarter to one, yeah," he nodded. "But I'm pretty sure this little convenience store down the road is open 'til at least two. I'm sure they'll have butter."

Dan sighed. At least this would be mildly interesting. "Alright then, I guess. Should we go now?"

Phil nodded, grabbing his coat from where it was hanging and slipped it on, patting the pockets bit make sure his wallet and keys were there. He slipped on his shoes as Dan turned off the stove and got on his own jacket and converse.

They left, not bothering to lock the door behind them, because it's not like they were planning to gone long, and Phil fucking hated that lock with a passion.

They chatted as they walked to to the little store, Phil successfully convincing Dan that they would be terrible matchmakers and really shouldn't get into the love life's of Tyler and Josh. (Much to Dans disappointment.) when they reached the store, they looked through the darkened windows with dismay. They checked the time, noting that it was almost two and really, who in their right mind would go out to buy butter at this time of night? According to this logic, the shop owners had decided to pack up a few minutes early, not that anyone could blame them.

"I... guess we could try this other store? It might be open." Dan suggested as they started to walk again. "And it's right by my house. If we don't have any luck, we can just steal some butter from my fridge." He told him as they quickened their pace, wanting to be out of the chilly night air as soon as possible.

"Really?" Phil giggled. "No one would mind?"

"Of course not!" Dan assured him, as they rounded the corner to the shop. "Nobody cares about how much butter I steal to make mac and cheese, and..." they glanced through yet another dark window. "It's our last option."

"I guess so." Phil grinned, despite their unsuccessful butter hunt. "Lead the way!"

"Don't worry, I will show you da wae!" He joked, grabbing his hand as they started to walk again.

Phil laughed at his terrible attempt at humor. "Speaking of Ways, did I ever tell you my story about how I met Gerard Way?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "I have no clue who that is, but now I want to find out."

Phil managed to stop laughing so he could tell his story. "So basically, back in my old town, at the end of freshman year, I started talking to this kid, Mikey Way, right?" He started, to which Dan nodded, motioning for him to continue. "Anyways, we didn't know each other very well, but he invited me to his end of the year party him and his brother were throwing. His brother, being Gerard Way." He stopped to take a breath. He always somehow forgot to breath when he was telling stories. He also happened to talk incredibly fast, because he felt like everyone always lost patience after a couple minutes.

"And?" Dan pressed, genuinely wanting to know what happened next.

Phil nodded, then continued. "Anyways, I went to the party, it was chill, whatever." A smirk managed to make its way across his face, indicating the interesting part was about to start. "It was all going great, until I rushed upstairs to try and find the bathroom..." He started to laugh at the memory. "But I opened the wrong door and accidentally walked in on Gerard heavily making out, shirtless, I might add, with his boyfriend Frank. Who I only learned the name of when I heard Gee yell it as I was making my way back from the toilet." By now they were both laughing, but Phil managed to rein it in enough to finish his story. "Anyways, the whole ordeal was incredibly embarrassing, but also unbelievably hilarious afterwards." He concluded. "You know, we used to joke that that's what made me gay, because I came out shortly afterwards."

"Damn, I hope little fourteen year old Phillip wasn't scarred for life." Was all he managed to say before they arrived at his house. "And here we are!" He announced, unlocking the door and shoving it open.

They crept into the house, careful not to make too much noise as darkened and silent house made it apparent that everyone was asleep. They slipped into the kitchen, and Dan carefully spooned some butter into a Tupperware. They put everything away, and only after they had tightly locked the door back up and were walking down the street did they allow themselves to bust out laughing that they had, technically, just stolen butter from Dans house.

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When they had successfully made the mac and cheese and were now just letting it sit while they finished this last episode of Sherlock, Dan started to notice something.

"What's that burning smell?" He asked, wrinkling his nose.

Phil immediately shot up and paused the TV, cursing, as he realized he had forgotten to turn off the stove. He raced over to the kitchen, turning off the flame as soon as he could reach the dial. Dan quickly joined him, the two boys staring down into their disgusting failure.

Phil poked around the slop with a spoon, seeing if anything was salvageable, but quickly assessed that not even a raccoon would want to eat the mushy-on-the-top, burnt-on-the-bottom "mac and cheese." He let out a sigh as he tossed the whole thing down the sink, letting the disposal suck their disasterpiece down into god knows where.

Suddenly overcome with tiredness, he rummaged around in a drawer before pulling out two packs of pop tarts for the both of them. They returned to the couch, slowly falling asleep to the otter-like features of Benedict Cumberbatch.

//Haha! Greetings mortals! Would you look at that, I was actually able to write a chapter in a week. I'm very proud of myself, it's almost sad. If you weren't aware, this chapter marks the one year anniversary of this story!  In a year, it has acquired 1297 reads, 55 votes and 125 comments with 19 story parts and 18 official chapters. Dam, I can still remember working on the first chapter while listening to Lady Gaga at a math league meet. I never expected it to come this far, and although I'm suffering through some writers block, it still has a long way to go. Fun fact: I never really planned a plot for this story, and still haven't (could you tell?) but so far the go with the flow method has been working out pretty well, so I guess I'm gonna stick with that for a while. Just leave a comment with future chapter ideas, or things you would like to see more chapters on. (for example: "MORE PETERICK," "gsa?" "Kickthesticks where you at?" (and yes, I have some Kickthetsicks planned, don't worry ;p)) By the way, I'm going with the official birthday(? (there has to be a better word for that, it's just starting to get late and my brain's giving up)) as the 20/21 of February. so yeah. there you go. Oh! Another fun fact, I was actually on vacation in Costa Rica (it was AMAZING, btw) when  I needed this chapter put up, but because I wasn't able to do it myself, my best friend Roz did it. (Thanks again, love ya!) but I stg if you or Pagi fucking trolls my account bc you have the password, you will face the consequences. Now, onto actual authors note stuff.

There wasn't really any specific reason as to why I chose The King and I as the movie that they watched, I just love it and it holds somewhat of a special place in my heart. (but that's another story.) And the butter hunt stuff actually happened. Once one of my friends was sleeping over and at like 11 we decided to make mac and cheese but we were out of butter, so my mom sent us out to buy more. But because it was so late, all the store were closed and we ended up taking some from her house. And then it happened another time more recently, but this time I wore my Gerard Way mask the entire time, (gods, I have some great videos from that night XD) and I unknowingly waved at her crush through the window of a pizza place. it was fun. This time though, it wasn't as late and we were able t buy butter. we were still out for a good 40 minutes though. The end. Kid of an interesting story, right?

Alright, in my signature fashion it's getting pretty late and I still have some social studies homework to get done, so I bid you goodnight. Don't forget to comment ad vote! Thanks! Enjoy!//

(oh, one more thing. this is one of the longest chapters, over 2,000 words with the authors note, around 1,700 without.)

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