A/N my third fan fiction! Not sure how this is going to turn out... Tis story was a spontaneous sort of thing, I was writing this in my pjs in the car on the way back home from my grandparents house and yeah, I've had the idea of this story for a while and I had to write it. Sorry that it's a really cliche, cheesy kind of story line but eh, all of my stories are XD enjoy! Rate and review please

"Is this it?" Asked Violette, dropping her bags exhaustedly on the pavement. We were standing outside a huge apartment building just outside of London's city centre. I checked the crude scribbled map in my hands.

"Well, there's the cinema over there, and I think I can see a water from a fountain over there somewhere, so I think this must be the place." I replied, folding up the map and pushing it back into my pocket. We scooped up our belongings from the ground and went through the front doors of the building.

"The removals company said they brought all our boxes and everything up to our apartment we we don't have to carry everything." She told me.

"Good, because there's no way in hell I'm carry all of that stuff up this freaking massive building!" I exclaimed. The building was almost deserted, save for a few people on their way back or to work, after all, it was only 9am.

I pushed the button on the elevator, which thankfully was at ground floor already so we didn't have to wait ten minutes for it.

The elevator dinged when we got to the floor our apartment was on, floor 49, room 15.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I felt someone run into me, hard. They mustn't have realized there was anyone in the the elevator. It felt like I only blinked and then woke up on a familiar couch in an unfamiliar room.

I turned my head to see Violette, passed out on her couch. I say her couch because, we couldn't decide on what sort of couch we wanted for our apartment. so we each chose one that was perfect for ourself. They were both practically the same, soft and squishy, but mine was blue and hers was purple, both had doctor who pillows and throw blankets strewn over them.

I could hear a person in the kitchen talking to someone who, by the sound of it, was unpacking boxes for us.

I groaned as I tried to sit up, but my head throbbed and my visions was blurry and spotted. I couldn't remember what had happened.

"One of 'em's woken up Phil. Go check on her will you?" Someone said. Phil. The name of one of my favorite youtubers, cool.

"Yep, ok. Here's your tea. Make sure you keep the rest of the water warm incase she wants some." Phil replied as I heard him walk over to me.

"Hey, are you awake? You both hit your heads really hard so don't try to move around to much. Do you want some tea? I got Dan to go get some from our apartment across the hall." He told me. Everything was blurry and I still couldn't see properly, I swear, underneath the blur of everything, I recognized him... Suddenly I remembered hat had happened a few hours before, or a few minutes. I couldn't remember.

I don't think that "Dan and Phil" realized there were going to be people in the elevator, so they bumped into us really quickly, then I guess Violette and I fell backwards and hit the wall of the elevator, and then blacked out. They must have found our apartment number on the tag on our luggage, used the key in my hand to get into our apartment, and then found the box labeled "couch stuff" to get our blanket and pillows.

"Hrrmm." I groaned "Tea thanks" My visions was starting to clear

"No problem" He replied. Phil had an English accent. I'd always had a thing for English accents, or any accents for that matter. I knew him from somewhere, but my memory was still kinda foggy, so I couldn't remember where.

Phil came back a few minutes later with warm tea, and handed me the cup.

"Here you go, tea for... Uh?" Phil said, he didnt know my name

"Scarlette. Scarlette Forest." I replied.

"Wonderful. Well I'm Phil Lester. Is there anything else you need?" He asked, handing me my tea.

"Oh my gosh, you're Phil! Amazingphil! And that's... Oh my gosh! Dan and Phil are in my house! Oh my gosh!" I yelled.

"Careful, calm down, you're going to spill tea on yourself!" Phil replied, giggling.

"Oh, sorry..." I said, taking a sip of my tea. "This is really good!"

"Haha, thanks." He exclaimed, taking a sip of from his own cup.

I glanced over to Violette, still passed out on her couch, she must have hit her head harder than me.

My vision had cleared almost completely now. I could see Dan opening boxes in the hallway near the door. I tried to sit up, and my head was still really sore but I wanted to see all the rooms in the apartment and wanted to pick a bedroom so I could put my boxes in there before tonight.

I almost fell over multiple times but Phil helped me stay upright as I staggered around.

There were two bedrooms in the apartment, both exactly the same size and a complete reflection of each other. In the rooms were a big window looking out over London, our beds and stuff put in each of them. I guess the removals people were nice and put our beds back together for us, which was nice.

I found the box of my posters and prints and started putting them up in the walls as Phil put my duvet and pillows in their cases. First went up my Matt smith poster, then my multiple Star Wars ones. I sheepishly pinned up my Dan and Phil "alpacalypse" poster, Phil smiled brightly. Next I took all my books out of the box and arranged them on the shelf above my bed in color order. After that, Phil helped me put away all my clothes into the cupboard.

The whole time we were arranging my room, Phil and I talked about almost everything possible. Doctor who, Star Wars, tumblr, YouTube, London, our jobs. I told him I worked at Starbucks until I can find a real job, but until then it's the best thing I can get. Working at Spar wouldn't be much better!

Phil promised to come to work with me, on Monday, but thankfully today was Saturday so I didn't have to work for a while.

"Scarlette!" I heard a yell for the living room. Phil helped me stagger back to the living room to see what was happening.

"Yeah, what?!" I replied.

"What are we doing here, what the hell is going on!?" Violette exclaimed.

"Umm, well we both got knocked out in the elevator-"

"Sorry about that... Really am sorry." Phil told her

"Yeah, ditto." Dan called out.

"Who are you?" Violette asked them

"You'll never believe it! Dan and Phil for YouTube!" I replied

"No way!" She answered.

"No seriously!" I said

"Make me coffee, I'm losing life force rapidly, being me coffee!" Violette complained as she rolled over on the couch.

"Fine" I replied, wobbling over to the kitchen to find our cupboards and fridge had some food in them. Milk, cereals, coffee, tea, flour, eggs, that sort of thing,

"How did all this food get here?" I asked

"Oh, Dan and I brought some food form our apartment over here because we knew you wouldn't have any." Phil explained, blushing a little.

"Wow, that's so nice, thank you. Why are you guys being so nice to us?" I asked

"Well for one, we knocked you both out and gave you possible concussion. Two, we love to help our fans, three, you guys are awesome and our new neighbors, so why not make friends?!" Phil explained

I smiled at Phil and he smiled back, Dan was still taking things out of boxes, our tv and speakers, paintings, rugs and various mostly doctor who related articles of home wear. Phil went to go help him while I made Violette coffee.

A/N so how was that?! Should I write another chapter? Pm me or leave a view or something, thank you for reading! Possible chapters up soon :)