Chapter 19 - "Never mind..."

                                    

                                          
It was soo cold today!! I swear, all this coldness better be worth it when it hopefully snows soon!!
                          
I have a mug of hot chocolate, and if you're cold too, then you should probz do the same.*Throws a closed cup of hot chocolate into you're hands* Or if you're hot then.....have some cold milk?
On with da story...
                          
Dan's POV
                          
"Phiiil...."
                          
"Whaat?"
                          
"Can you-"
                          
I was interrupted by a small buzzing coming from Phil's thigh. His phone was on vibrate.
                          
He looked down, quickly grabbing his phone from out of his pocket and answering it.
                          
"Hello it's Phil! ......Uh......yeah......yep......well we're at my house......old house i mean......i think so...... yea ok i think that should be fine. Thanks for reminding us!! Bye!!" Phil hung up and placed his phone onto the table.
                          
"Who?"
                          
"It was Nick from Radio 1. He was just reminding us about this Sunday, asking if we would come for sure, how we were,"
                          
"Sunday, you mean the radio show?"
                          
"Yep,"
                          
"Why would we miss it?"
                          
Phil shrugged his shoulders, and got up from the sofa. He stretched, before walking over to the closest mirror - which trust me, wasn't that far, this house has atleast 3 mirrors, big or small in every room!
                          
He fixed his hair and starts to walk towards the door.
                          
"I'm taking a shower!" Phil smiles sweetly at me, and walks upstairs to his room.
                          
After a few minutes, the sound of the bathroom door shutting could be heard, followed by the the shower being turned on. And then, of course, One Direction. Ugh. Classic Phil.
                          
I decided to take a nap. I mean why not? The only thing that i'm doing today is the radio show.
                          
See, me and Phil do this radio show every Sundays for 2 hours on Radio 1 where you can watch us LIVE and see our every move in the studio and we play music videos or awsome requested songs. We let the audience take control basically, as me and Phil totally embarass ourselves by doing degrading challenges against eachother in Dan Vs Phil.
                          
Whenever one of us mess up, like saying something embarassing or stupid, the other always have to cover for them.
                          
It's normally Phil saying something like that, as i say something like "Anyway.....ignoring Phil's weirdness,"
                          
I always press the wrong buttons though. And Phil always fixes it, laughing at me for it.
                          
I remember one time, our favourite Muse song was playing and i was just swaying my hips in the backround as Phil tried to look weirded out, but smiling underneath it all.
                          
After my nap, i woke up to hear that the water had stopped. I guess he's done.
                          
I walked upstairs and sat in Phil's room, when Phil enters. Fully clothed. Sadly.
                          
He grabbed his towel and continued to dry his hair. I just sat there watching him.
                          
After a few seconds, he stopped and grabbed his hairdryer, plugging it in and drying his hair before straightening it.
                          
It was nearly the afternoon by now, and Phil and me got a taxi to radio 1.
                          
In the car, he was one again, suspiciously quiet.
                          
"Dan..." Phil finally said after the few minutes of silence.
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"...never mind...'
                          
"Phil, what's up?"
                          
"Um, it dosen't matter anymore,"
                          
"You sure?"
                          
"Uh, yeah,"
                          
"Okaaay..."
                          
What's up with him? Is he mad at me or something? No, maybe sad. Why? Well whatever the reason, i'm gonna find out, one way or another tonight. Even if it means live on radio 1.

                          
The hot chocolate made me sleepy, so i'll write the next chapter on Thursday.
                          
BYYYEEEeee...