I emerge from our flats kitchen with a tea in one hand and a blanket in the other. My boyfriend, Phil sits on the couch talking on the phone. He has been talking for what seems like hours now and all I want to do is shower him with kisses.

I have the perfect plan, Ill fluster him until he cant speak anymore and he will have to pay attention to me! I'm so smart.

"Yeah so as I was telling you, I'm going to bring him to the- oh, uh he just walked in. Promise not to say anything? Okay thanks." He says quietly, making me curious. He continues to go on about something that seems irrelevant.

I begin to commence my plan by sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and connecting our foreheads. He pretends that I'm not there and continues to talk.

I interrupt him by kissing his lips, he smiles but other than that there is almost no response. "Phil." I wine dragging out the 'I'.

I don't give up, Ill be as annoying as I need to gain his attention from the Phone. I poke his cheeks, kiss them. I nuzzle his hair, tickle his tummy. I continue to peck his lips, interrupting his speech.

I bring our foreheads together once again. "Phil, who are you talking to?"

"Once second." He says into the phone, covering the microphone to talk to me. "What do you want Dan?" He says in a giggle.

"I want you to pay attention to me." I sing/ wine to him, poking his face affectionately.

He smiles. "Just give me twenty munities, love. I'm doing something for you."

I smile widely and push myself off of his lap. "Okay, but who are you talking to?"

"Guess." He teases.

"I don't want to." I try to pry the phone from his hand childishly.

"Okay, its Pj. Happy?" He smiles and reconnects our foreheads.

"Ill be happy when you pay attention to me." I pout. He simply kisses my pout and mouths 'twenty munities'.

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I lay on our bed, listening to fall out boy to waist my time. I hear a knock on the door followed by a quick entry by Phillip Michael Lester.

"Hey." He says. I pout my lips, in response he kisses it away and trails a hand around my waist. "Wanna do something tonight?"

"Like what?" I ask, immediately feeling happy.

"Like, dance." He responds smugly, slipping his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"W-what?" I ask. I don't know how to dance. I'm going to make a complete and utter fool of myself holy shit. My cheeks heat in the slightest as I am aware that Phil has caught my sense of anxiety. When I was young I went to prom with this guy who really wasn't nice when he realized that I couldn't dance, he just dumped me on our prom night. I haven't danced since.

I don't want to have to loose Phil over something like this. Let me just say that dancing is not my best ability.

"What's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." He observes, ducking his head to catch my brown eyes in his blue ones.

"Uh, well the thing is." I stop to blush at how attentive he is being. "I cant dance for shit."

He giggles and squeezes my hand reassuringly. "Aw, don't worry about that Dan. Were going to this place I rented away from the city in a small, quiet suburb. We can be alone and Ill teach you to dance."

I smile at the idea of the two of us awkwardly bumping into each other, stumbling over each others feet, him catching me. I take a glance at him to see an expectant expression on his face. "Yes?" He asks.

"Okay.." the edges of my mouth tug up into a smile, the smile turns into an extremely excited and overjoyed expression.

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He picks our playlist labeled "Pretty", complete with any slow songs from 'truce' by Twenty One Pilots to 'what a catch Donnie' by Fall Out Boy. A truly perfect playlist if you ask me.

Phil picks up the phone and puts it on shuffle then places it on the wooden floor of a small rented house. Only us for tonight.

"Okay, you ready?" He asks. "Ill lead."

"What if I mess up?" I ask as he pulls me close.

"You cant possibly mess up at slow dancing, Dan." He smiles down at me.

"Heh, I have before. It wasn't pretty."

"When was that?"

I think back to year twelve and cringe at the memory. "At my senior prom me and this guy were dancing next to a punch bowl and I got bumped into the table. I had to spend the rest of the night covered in punch."

He simply tangles our fingers together for a moment, then places them on his neck. Soon his hands are on my hips and we started swaying to the quiet music. I place my head on his shoulder and hide my flushed face in his neck.

"Well, there's no punch here. And if some kind of evil punch monster decides to bombard this evening I will protect you."

We stay in that position for what seems like forever. Or at least until the playlist ends.

I kiss him, "I loveeee youuuu." He mimics my actions and spins me around.

The night went perfectly and everything was perfect and PERFECT.

A/N Yo snazzy humans. Yay happy fanfictions are cool okay yay. PETE WENTZ IS COOL TOO.

-Angela (your mother)