A/N: Don't read the description unless you want to partially spoil this fic for yourself C: But when you're finished I have something important in the description <3
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Phil's P.O.V

As a kid, I loved my birthdays more than I loved anything else. Most kids preferred Christmas, because you got more presents, apparently. Even if that was true, for me, it wasn't always about the presents. Sure, it was great to get gifts, but I liked the fact that for one day, just one, no one argued or shouted. And that everyone came together to celebrate with me.

Yeah, I was a weird kid.

When I got older though, I didn't get hyped up over my birthday. It wasn't that I began to dislike my birthdays or anything, it was just that I wasn't as excited as I used to be. The reason for this was that when I started growing up, my family didn't mind if they argued on my birthday because I was old enough to deal with it.

Since I met Dan, all of that changed. He made me feel like a little kid again. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I mean, I'd known him for what- three years? And those three years were all so much fun. I'd been so reserved and mature before I met him.

But then, on my twenty-sixth birthday, Dan wasn't there. I mean, yeah, physically he was, but he wasn't talking to me. He wasn't looking at me. He was just sitting on the couch silently brooding while I played Skyrim.

Since I wasn't a selfish person, I decided I'd try and cheer him up.
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"Dan?" I left the controller on the arm of the couch and looked at him. He was just picking at the lint on his (my) hoodie. That alone was so unlike him.

"Yeah?" He still didn't look at me. I knew it wasn't something cliche like he was depressed or something, because if Dan was sad or depressed, he wouldn't fake a smile or be out of character; he'd be much worse. He wouldn't even get out of bed if he was sad. So it was something else that was bothering him.

"Dan." Instead of making it a question I turned assertive. Or as assertive as I could be. I was usually quiet and meek; Dan was the loud and assertive one out of us. How we could be so different yet best friends was a mystery to me.

And how I could have something that resembled a crush on Dan.

It wasn't necessarily a 'crush', more of an 'extreme affection'. It wasn't just his face I liked; I liked his personality. Sure, he swore lots, but I noticed that he tried his best not to when I was around. I think that's what first made me start thinking about Dan as something more than friends.  The way he censored himself for me...well, it was kind of flattering.

Dan finally glanced up at me, although I noticed that he was still fidgeting. While his concentration mightn't be the best, he was rarely ever fidgety. His eyes were somewhat worried looking.

"What's up?" He asked, trying to sound casual. But as I said earlier, he never tried to fake a smile. If he didn't want to smile, he just didn't smile. Simple as, for him. For me...well, I cared too much about what other people felt.

"Isn't that what I should be saying?" I laughed, just to try and lighten the mood. Though I wanted to find out what was up with him, I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I could wait if he needed time.

Dan paused for a minute before folding his arms on his lap.

"Promise you're not gonna be mad?" He said, keeping his eyes on mine. He looked genuinely sad and anxious.

"I'm not gonna be mad, I swear." I told him, and I really meant it. If it had been another day, and he hadn't looked at me like that, maybe I could've been mad, but not with then.

"I didn't buy you a birthday present because I didn't know what to get you." He said it all in a rush and I seriously thought I'd heard him wrong at first. Dan kept looking at me so intensely, waiting for my reaction.

"Are you serious?" I kept my voice monotone, just to see what he'd do. It wasn't toying with him, it was just my curiosity.

"Yeah."

"Dan, you're a freaking turnip."

Dan was frozen for a second, but when he realized what I said, he smiled. And then he laughed - that laugh that he doesn't let the camera see. It's him being relieved and completely at ease. The reason he hides it from the camera is because he doesn't like anyone knowing he worries, never mind his fans.

He didn't even know that he'd given me a gift in doing just that - laughing. I had my proper Dan back, which was the only thing I'd wanted all day, not a material thing.

"Isn't there something I can do for you though? Like, I don't know, make a nice dinner or something?" Dan said, looking at me again. For some bizarre reason, for the first time ever, it made me blush. And the one time I did blush, it had to be the most noticeable one ever.

"No, it's fine." My voice squeaked. I really wasn't that good at being subtle, was I? I wouldn't have minded but I'd been so good at hiding it until then. It was the way he looked at me - it made me feel like one of those high-school cheerleaders who giggled and wore too much makeup.

"Close your eyes for a sec. I have an idea." Dan's voice was different, but I just did as I was told and closed my eyes.

"Really Dan, I said that I don't really want a bir-" I was cut off by a pair of lips. Not just any pair of lips, Dan's lips. And they were on mine. And I couldn't do anything but try and take in all the details I could; the softness of his lips, the way my heart was beating so fast, the way that everything suddenly seemed so much nicer than it usually was.

Then I regained my sense and pulled away, putting my hands up to my mouth. Surely that didn't happen, right? Right? Because stuff like that only happened in fairy tales.

I looked at Dan with wide eyes, and he looked back at me with unusually calm ones.

"Now who's a turnip, birthday boy?" Dan laughed. His dimples were showing, another thing that made my heart flutter.

"W-what?" I said, my voice coming out small and surprised. If I could've, I would've screamed from shock, then danced around with happiness. But Dan was there, and I didn't want him to know what I felt. I was content with the way things were. We were friends, we lived together, we knew each other's secrets, what more could I want?

"You're a really obvious person, Phil. Good news though - I like you too. I liked you first, actually."

I tried to process what he said, but I couldn't. His mouth was already back on top of mine. It didn't matter though - I understood the important part of it.

That's all a turnip needs to do, right?