DAN'S POV

"This is dog!" I yell into the intercom to acknowledge the arrival of my flatmate, Phil. I press the buzzer to let him in and am greeted with a silently chuckling Phil with wet hair and a bag of groceries.

"Why do you always say that?" asks Phil after setting the almost empty bag on the counter. "It's really strange, Dan."

"Woof." I reply, digging through the contents of the bag to find my travel toothpaste. Once I locate it, I twirl it around my fingers and head back to my room to pack it into my suitcase, whistling the first random tune that pops into my head.

"Meow." I hear once I close my door. I shake my head. Classic Phil. I search my room for other random items to put in my suitcase. It takes me a while, but I finally locate my purple sunglasses.

"I can't go to Florida without a cool pair of shades!" I say to myself in a mocking tone, hopping onto my mattress to plop them into my trunk.

"I hope you meant that ironically, Dan!" I hear Phil say right outside my door.

"Do I ever not?" I ask, tossing some last-minute items onto my bed. I stare at all the stuff I've packed, or lack thereof. Meh, I have twenty minutes tomorrow morning to be productive. I pull out my laptop and go back to doing what I usually do with my weekends-- browsing the internet.

I swear it's only been twenty minutes when Phil comes by my door to tell me goodnight.

"Good night, bear." he yawns as he walks past my door.

"Good night, child." I say, waving my hand at my closed door, then yawning as I place my fingers back on the mousepad.

"Hey," I hear Phil's footsteps stop out in the hallway, "I am much older than you, Daniel James Howell."

"Ah, but only in years, my friend," I say, trying to channel my inner owl from Winnie the Pooh, "I am much older than you if judging by my mind."

"OK, Dan," Phil sighs, treading softly towards his room.

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"WHAT TEAM?" I hear through my wall the next morning. I check my phone and let out a groan. Nine. NINE O'CLOCK. EW.

"Wildcats I guess." I manage to reply whilst sorting through my shirts to find the perfect shade of black to wear. Just as I'm trying to jump in to the only other pair of jeans I have, Phil opens the door.

"That is NOT the happy thing I was expect-- OH, Oh, oh, oh, um yeah, I'll just, um, right, well, um bye."

Right, perfect start to a day of travelling. Have your best friend see you standing in just your pants whilst trying ungracefully to fit your legs into a pair of skinny jeans. Smart, real fucking great. This isn't going to be embarrassing at aaalllllll. I think to myself as I button my jeans and shove the remainder of my belongings into my bag.

"Right, um, ready to go then?" I ask Phil after emerging from my room, staring at my hightops. Flickers of different emotions swirl on Phil's features until he seems to settle on something to say.

"You know you um.. you don't have to be embarrassed." stutters a rapidly reddening Phil, "Like I didn't like see anything or whatever."

"Stopstopstopstopstop," I sputter out turning a deeper shade of red than Phil. "can we just focus on the trip please? If we don't leave now, we're going to miss our flight."

"Ok," sighs Phil, obviously relieved.

I try to forget about the morning's awkward events, but that doesn't stop me from crossing my legs on the cab ride to the airport. I probably look like a gay pixie, but I'm sure I rock it.

~~~~~

"Which way to gate 'b'?" I ask a bewildered and lost-looking Phil.

"I don't know!" he replies, turning in all directions to look for any sign to point us in the right direction. "Ah!" he lets out an exasperated squeal and covers his eyes.

"Covering your eyes won't help us," I remind Phil, but my tone is softer. "come on, we'll find the right gate." I reassure him, grabbing his wrist to try to drag him in the direction I believe might look right. That's the intention atleast. My hand slips and finds his hand, but he doesn't seem to mind. I can't say I do either. We go on like that, me leading Phil by the hand and him grasping my hand like a life-line.

We find our gate just in time, and we board our plane out of breath. I didn't even realize we were still holding hands. I drop his hand bashfully on the account of pulling out our tickets. We're in the front two seats. I let out a childish squeal, and think the thought I've been stewing on since the age of five.

I might be able to see the pilot from here.

I locate the pilot and, after taking my picture for instagram, I take my seat next to the window.

About five hours in, Phil and my conversation is interrupted by a male voice saying "You two make a cute couple." I swivel my head upward to inform him that we're just friends when I see his face. John Barrowman is holding his hand out to Phil, an iced lolly between his fingers. Phil is speechless, so I step in.

"This is now the best day of my life." I say in absolute awe, throwing all former intentions of trying to be cool in the face of a celebrity out the window.

"Bet you didn't think Captain Jack Harkness would be giving you something to suck on." He replies, winking at me. I feel slightly abused but then again, quite lucky to be blessed with his presence. He then walks further down the aisle, swaying his hips and handing various sweets out to the other passengers. As he comes back around Phil's words and basic functions are lost yet again and, throwing all dignity aside, I ask if I can take a selfie with him.

"Can you take your pants off?" he asks, throwing me a pleading look. Again, feeling slightly violated, I take a selfie with him. When he kisses my cheek, I'm pretty sure I faint.

I go back to my seat next to Phil, silently brewing on what just happened.

"Did he just ask you to take your pants off?" Asks a wide-eyed Phil. I nod, too starstruck to speak. "Why didn't you?" I shake my head because in all reality, I truly don't know.

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When we finally land in Florida, we are exhausted. I'm really hoping that I can just get to my hotel room and collapse on to my bed.

I walk up to the lady at the front desk to ask for my room key, and after recieving a signal from him, I ask for Phil's too.

"You guys will be staying in room '303'." says the lady, smiling as she turns back to her magazine. "I hope you have a lovely stay. Don't make too much noise though!"

I'm not sure what she means by that but I don't intend to clarify. I also wasn't aware I would be rooming with Phil, or anyone else for that matter, so I share an awkward glance with him as we walk towards the elevator. I press the button for our floor and we start up in silence. When the elvator dings, we step off and stroll down to our room. I slide the keycard, open the door, and look inside.

This must be some kind of joke. I think, staring at the contents of the room.

For there in the center, sits one king sized bed. One bed. One. Thinking that there must be something we're not seeing, Phil and I search for any doors that may lead to another room.

We find a bathroom.

"Hey Phil do you feel like asking someone for another room?" I ask hopefully, wanting to avoid interaction, and especially conflict, with unknown humans.

"Um, no," he replies, tugging at the end of his grizzly bear tshirt. "but you can."

"Nah, I think I'll.. I think I'd rather not." Just then Louise strolls by, takes one look into our room, laughs, pats us on the shoulders, and walks away. The support we recieve is unrivaled.

I walk over to the bed and sit down. I ask Phil if he has a sleeping bag and, like me, he says he didn't think he'd need one. I test the carpet to see if it's comfortable enough to sleep on, only to find it may as well be cement. I get up and, in the moment it takes me to do this, Phil jumps on the bed, sets his case down, and exclaims "I call it!"

"What Phil no, you can't call it!" I say, trying not to smile at his childishness.

"Well, you have to call it if you want it." he replies, shrugging.

"Oh my god Phil. Fine, I call it." I reply, rolling my eyes and rolling my stuff over to the bed.

"But I'm already here. So we'll just have to share." He scoots over and pats the space on the bed next to his thigh, stretches out, and puts his hands behind his head.

I sigh and sit down next to him on the mattress. This would be an interesting stay.

I get my camera out with the intent of vlogging, but then realize that the fans would probably notice Phil and I sharing a mattress. Oh well. looks like they're going vlog-less.

Phil digs into his bag, finds his toothbrush and toothpaste and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth. I settle down into the covers and turn the other way, hoping to make this ordeal as not-awkward as possible.

Phil emerges from the bathroom and walks over to the bed nervously, then he hops on, pulls the covers up to his chin and rolls around to face the other side of the room. "Goodnight, Bear." he sighs, trying to not touch my shins with his feet. I absorb some of his warmth and breathe in his relaxing scent before replying.

"Goodnight, Phil."

About an hour later I am still awake, twiddling my thumbs on my side of the bed, listening to the soft sounds of Phil's breathing. I'm thinking about whether or not I can afford to scoot closer to him as to not fall off the side of the bed when I hear him speak.

"I can't sleep." I hear him grumble in the rich voice he always gets when he's tired.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Neither can I." I roll over to face him and find my nose almost touching his.

"It's so cold in here." He lets out an exaggerated breath as if it's winter and I can see it.

"So am I!" I reply, trying to ignore the tingling in my stomach as I realize how close his face is to mine. "Like, we're in Florida, how did this hotel manage to make it cold?" With that, Phil giggles and grabs the covers from around my body.

"It's cold. I call them." He says after seeing my expression.

"Oh no you don't." I whisper, trying to grab them from his hands. I wrestle with him and then climb on top of him, hoping to get some better leverage.

"Oh yes I do!" exclaims a tongue-in-teeth Phil as he pushes me over and I fall on the hard floor, probably waking up the people beneath us.

"Still no." I reply, pulling his blanket-wrapped body onto the floor next to me, creating yet another loud sound to disturb the people below us. We both burst out laughing and crawl back onto the bed, no longer caring so much about whether or not a knee touches a thigh or not.

Just before I fall asleep, I think I hear a "Bear" escape from Phil's lips, but I can't be sure that I'm not just dreamimg.

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The next morning, I awake to the heat of Phil's body against my back. His arm is wrapped around my chest protectively, and his ankle is between my legs. I'd say it's awkward, but that would make it seem like I don't like it. In all reality, I wish I could stay wrapped in his embrace for the rest of my life. I settle back into the covers and rest my head against the pillow to wait for Phil to wake up.

PHIL'S POV

I hear Dan yawn into conciousness and look down at his current encasement. I pretend to be asleep to avoid his inevitable disgust at the situation. I peek under my eyelids to see him settle back down into the covers and grasp my hand with his.

Maybe we'll have a better time in Florida than I thought.