Almost. (boyxboy) (phan) (C)

Phil came back later that day, apparently he left his only phone charger here so he had to come and fetch it. He also decided he wanted to start bringing over his stuff gradually so he won't have to rent a truck to drag all of it in at once. Today he brought his wardrobe and clothes so he wouldn't have to keep taking mine. I helped him with it, but then he decided he hadn't brought enough. Soon enough, Phil had gone back and forth between houses so many times that he had broughten everything he needed over. "Well, looks like you've moved in with me. Congratulations, now what do you want to do?" I chuckled. "Sleep." he said and ran off towards the bedrooms. I followed him into my room as he quickly slipped into my bed. "Phil, what are you doing?" I chuckled as he peeked out of the covers and looked at me. "Sleeping, obviously. I said it right before I did it." he said in a cute little kid voice. "I understand that, but you're in my bed." I chuckled. "I like your bed. Lay with me." he said patting the space next to me. I slowly went over and sat next to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down next to him, "Dan!" he whined as I struggled. "What?" I mocked settling down. "I want to know something," he said a bit more seriously. "What is it Phil?" I turned and looked at him. "Well, I just wanted to know if you still don't believe in love and all that?" he said in more of a question form. "I'm not sure. Why do you ask?" I said. "I know you don't like dating and I didn't want to offend you by asking you or anything, so I thought to check first." he said letting me go and looking back at the ceiling. Ask me? As in ask me out? Or ask me about a ex or something? "Ask me Phil, I won't be offended. I promise. " I said joining his ceiling observations. "Well I- Um," he started, "I just really want to kiss you." he said quietly. I chuckled, "Really? And why is that?" I asked looking for a sign of humour. "You just look really cute now." he said shyly, "Will you be my boyfriend?" he said even quieter. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I need some time to think about it." I said realising that he was being seriouss. "Yeah, I know. I expected that." he said quietly.

-a week or so later-

I thought about it. I thought about it for about a week or so. "What do you want for dinner?" Phil asked from the kitchen. "I was thinking about going out to a cafe today if you don't mind." I said walking into the kitchen. "That sounds great, anywhere in particular?" he asked. "Yeah, my old flatmate Chris works at one down the road." I smiled. "Well, lets go." he said as he grabbed our stuff and went out the door.