Phil was in his room, Christmas music blasting through his speakers while he was frantically glueing stuff on his jumper. He was pretty sure he was gonna glue his fingers together in a second. He'd managed to do most of the snowman now, and it was only six o'clock, with a felt carrot nose, a cutting from a scarf, fluff balls as snow, other fluffy material for the main part of the snowman and little buttons added too. Now he just had to, "oh shoot!" Phil exclaimed, as he had forgotten to spray the jumper with blue paint before he decorated. He quickly sprayed the top of the arms and the top of the jumper with a tiny bit of blue, hoping that would be enough. Now Phil had to do the lights.

He then had a mind blank. How would he use lights for a snowman? It wasn't exactly the most known thing for a snowman to have. Phil would have to think quick, yes, he could not add lights but they were his forte, but for now he would leave it, after all he was a master procrastinator.

There was then a loud knock and the door that phil was extremely thankful for. This might put off his jumper decorating for a bit. Well, actually it was more than one knock, it was repetitive, impatient knocks, and Phil ran down the stairs, feeling a little less thankful for this disturbance. Who would be this impatient? No one even knocked on their house much, and when it was, it was just a delivery for next door. "I'm coming!" Phil shouted, irritated. He finally opened the door and exclaimed, "there was no reason to knock so much I was o-..." Phil then stopped as he saw the boy with, now wet brown, curly? Hair that he recognised far too easily. "your hair is... Curly?" Phil said, a little stumped for words.

"My hair is fucking curly? That's what you say, when I'm here in the rain, knocking on your door frantically. Yes I know my hair is fucking curly!" Dan shouts, then unceremoniously chucks a jumper at Phil. Phil just blinked incredibly confused.

After a few seconds of confused blinking and staring, Phil said, "what, so how the did you get to my house would have been better. Why, and how are you here?"

"Whatever," Dan mumbled, and then strode into the house, "come on let's get to work." Dan added.

"Wh-wh-w-what?" Phil asked, not quite sure what to say. Why was he here, at his house, walking in like it was normal? How did he even get here? However, with the little knowledge he knew about the guy, he knew one thing for sure, Dan was stubborn, and he definitely wouldn't answer anything he doesn't want to, so Phil decided not to question him any further, he was far too lost anyway.

When Dan made his way to Phil's room, that's when Phil's resolve broke, Dan couldn't just waltz into his room, uninvited. Rooms were private places. Phil didn't mention to himself that he honestly didn't think there was anything personal about his room, he just said to himself that he was greatly offended, so of course he had to stand up to Dan.

"You are not going in my room." Phil demanded, with a steely expression. Dan looked at him, his eyes full of challenge as he lightly pushed the door, half smirking the whole time. This jerk! He was being so childish!

"Don't, push that door, or I will chuck you out, then maybe steal your jumper." Phil instructed, and Dan gasped,
"You wouldn't!"

"I would, so you better back away from my room."

Dan's shocked state left, and he was back to his challenging gaze. Dan pushed the door, so it was halfway open.

"That's it!" Phil exclaimed, and ran down the stairs, Dan's jumper in hands, and ran towards the fireplace in his living room.

"No!" Dan shouted, out of breath from chasing Phil down the stairs. Then he dove towards Phil, and Phil quickly moved so his head wouldn't hit the metal of the fireplace. Dan then tackled Phil to the ground, panting as he stared at Phil, whose eyes were wide, and mouth slightly open in alarm, his nose scrunched up in the effort of keeping himself slightly up. "Admit defeat. Give me my jumper you dick!"

"No." Phil grunted out, finding it hard to breathe with Dan on top of him. Phil then used all his strength to flip them over, then pinning Dan's hands down so he wouldn't fight, the jumper thrown to the other side of the room. "Explain yourself mister. Explain why you're here, and more importantly how you found my freaking house!"

Dan sighed, closing his eyes to prepare himself, and damn, Phil was heavy, his lungs felt like they were going to burst any minute. "Get off me!" Phil moved slightly away from Dan, so he could actually breathe, but still pinned down his arms and stared down at him menacingly.

"Just tell me." Phil instructed. Dan rolled his eyes, and sighed, but eventually started explaining things.

"I-i um, basically, was um, doing my jumper, and had all-all the s-stuff ready and stuff, like my felt and all that shit, but I tried to do the lights, and- and...." Dan trailed off, looking towards the jumper on the floor.

"And what, hobbit?" Phil pushed, Dan gasping at the name.

"Hobbit?"

"Yes, hobbit, and what?!" Phil said impatiently. He was sort of enjoying this power, enjoying looking at Dan's beautiful curls in this position where he was forced to stare at him. He needed to get this over with as quickly as he could.

"The jumper..." Dan said, looking over to the jumper again.

"What about the jumper?"

"Take a look for yourself."

"And let you go, do you think I'm that stupid?"

"J-just, please?" Dan asked. Phil groaned and finally got off Dan, quite relieved actually to be away from his captivating eyes, and of course, it was an uncomfortable position.

Phil walked up to the jumper, then picked it up and scrutinised it. It was actually pretty good, he'd used green felt for the main tree bit, real tinsel pieces for decoration, among with metal ball things, Phil was almost thinking he was proud of Dan's work. Until he got to the lights. Dan had literally stuck a string of Christmas lights onto the jumper, tiny bits cut off for each bit. Phil then burst out laughing. How could someone be so stupid, that they actually thought doing that would work, and they would light up? Phil then laughed louder, clutching his stomach, while Dan was pouting, still lying on the floor, his eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance.

"What?" Dan asked.

"I think you know what. You did come to my house for me to help you after all, and show me the damage." Phil said, between laughs.

"I knooww, but it's not funnyy." Dan whined. "I really did try."

Phil then squatted down, so he could look at Dan properly. "I know, I know. You actually did pretty good, if it wasn't for the-" Phil then stopped his speech by laughing all over again. "so cute that you thought it would work, that you were desperate enough to believe it would."

Phil then saw that Dan was blushing and for a second was rather confused, until he backtracked what he said, and realised his mistake, and blushed himself.

"Okay, stop being mean and help me."

"Oh, the great Dan Howell, asking for my help." Phil mused, dramatically, taking great pleasure in teasing the boy. Finally the facade of Dan was ripped away, and he couldn't shoe his arrogance anymore. He would never get an opportunity like this again.

Dan then pushed Phil, causing him to loose his balance and topple backwards, his legs in the air. "Actually shut up."

"Fine, I'll help you, seeing as you're such a lost cause, but first, please tell me how you found my house."

I honestly had no idea where was was going with this, then...this, happened.