Chicken

Chapter 1: Getting ready

Dan looked at himself in the mirror, straighteners in one hand. He was trying to get his hair to lie just right, and there was one annoying bit that just wasn't sitting right. He brought the straighteners up towards it again, and accidently brushed them against his ear. He winced and put them down quickly. "Shit" he cursed under his breath. That really hurt. He sighed deciding to give up, and he started to walk quickly to Phil's room, wondering if his best friend would have any hairspray. He walked quickly past the full length mirror and smiled. He looked good enough for the small get together they were having at PJ's. He was wearing nebula T-shirt with blue skinny jeans and black converses. He turned to Phil's bedroom door and knocked.

Phil looked at his clock and murmured "I better hurry up" to himself. The party was in an hour and he had only just got out the shower. He dressed quickly, deciding on wearing his laser cat jumper with black skinny jeans. He wasn't bother about shoes just yet; Dan could sort those out for him. They were roughly the same size and Phil was always borrowing Dan's shoes. He grabbed the hairdryer and turned it on, trying to dry his hair as quickly as possible so he could straighten it. He hummed to himself as his hair blew around his head in a lion's mane. He jumped when a hand touched his neck and spun around, pointing his hairdryer at his attackers face. He wasn't so sure what he thought that was going to do, melt them maybe? It was Dan. He laughed at Phil and said "I did knock" Phil motioned wordlessly to the hairdryer he had just used to try and melt Dan's perfect face. His heart stopped. He didn't say that out loud, did he? No, Dan was talking, it was fine. He relaxed again and heard Dan say "hairspray?" Phil nodded before rustling through his drawer to find the can. Dan chuckled slightly when he pulled it out and said "Pink?" eyeing up the brightly coloured can. "It doesn't have sparkles in it does it?" Phil blushed slightly before replying "I only use it when it's windy, ok?" Dan examined the can quickly before saying "Nope, no sparkles" Phil stuck his tongue out slightly before saying teasingly "At least I can go out in the rain" Dan scowled playfully at him before turning to the mirror and gasping. Phil finally let loose the laughter he'd been holding in. He was amazed he had actually kept a straight face the whole time. When Phil had attacked him with the hair dryer it had caused Dan's hair to become horribly messy. Dan groaned loudly.

Eventually they had both got their hair just right, and Dan had chucked his navy blue high tops and Phil to wear. They each grabbed their keys before exiting the apartment, grinning. If they hurried, they could still get to the party on time.