My first thought when I saw “favorite bars,” was “who has that many favorite bars?” I guess mine would be chocolate bars, lemon bars, gold bars… Then I realized what he meant… And I’m pretty sure that says something about me. I’m just not sure what.
Summary: Dan and Phil never cared to put a label on what they were. All they knew was that they kissed each other sometimes. It was nothing serious. At least that’s what they told themselves.
Warnings: Food? Bants?
Word Count: 840
A/N: This is going to be a five part story, so keep your eyes out for the other parts if you enjoy this one :) I was trying to do something a little more angsty for dragonsbruh. I hope this satisfies her. I always love reading FWB stuff, so I figured I’d give it a shot.
Dan kissed Phil when he was mad.
When he found that the chocolate he’d been counting on eating was missing from it’s place in the cupboard, he’d immediately searched the flat for his best friend. Dan found him playing a stupid game on his phone with brown crumbs stuck to the corners of his lips.