Well here you go, my first ever Dan and Phil fanfiction. I've loved their videos for a while and after reading a lot of other fanfictions about them (seriously, it's like I never sleep anymore) I decided I'd write one of my own. Please be gentle with it and let me know what you think :)

Chapter 1 - Coffee stains and Bubble-gum hair

This was it. After five years of saving I was finally moving to London.

'Oi! Shitface! Move your arse or we're going to be late!'

That was my friend Emily, pleasant vocabulary she has isn't it.

'All right pig farts, I'm on my way, calm your tits!' I yelled back at her just as I heard footsteps galloping down the hallway.

'nooooo!' I turned around to see my best friend cupping her boobs whilst trying to impersonate the 'calm your tits' meme. A cackle escaped my throat as I clasped my hand over my mouth. Man, living in my favourite city with this girl was going to be amazing.

I couldn't wait to move down to London. Ever since I was 15 I had a dream to live there. For the last three years me and Emily had shared a flat in Basingstoke whilst working night shifts at the local bar to save up enough money to move whilst going to college in the day time. It was a pretty shit life. And we lived in a pretty shit apartment. But it was all worth it just for this day. I looked around at the small room I had called mine since I was 17.

The coffee stained carpet from when Emily realised that I karate chop anyone who wakes me up in the morning, even if they do have a mug containing the drink of the gods. The old torn chaise long that I always fell asleep on after a night out. The ripped paper on the bedroom walls where I'd recently taken down my pictures and memories to shove in a box and take with me (shit, the landlord was going to shoot me). And finally the suitcase sat on my bed, heaving with clothes which had been scrunched up into tiny balls in my attempt to make them fit. I was never any good at folding; what was the point in folding something to pack that I was just going to take out and fold again anyway when we got to our new apartment?

I let my eyes glance over the room one more time before turning round to study my appearance in the full length mirror attached to the wall. If I was as boring as my parents wanted me to be then I'd still be stuck with my shoulder length blonde hair and un-pierced skin. But as soon as I left the confinements of my childhood home, my hair had been dyed a pastel pink and flowed down to my mid back. A helix piercing had also been added to my ear with a small poke-ball dangling down from it. The one thing I couldn't change about me though was my height. I stood at 5ft 4in which made me look like a gnome when stood next to anyone I knew. Apart from Emily that is. She was also 5ft 4in but the main difference between us was that whilst she was stick thin, I had a thin layer of puppy fat still lingering from my teenage years. I'd resulted to the conclusion that Satan hated me.

Apart from that, we both stood out in a crowd. Me with my Bubble-gum princess lookalike hair and Em along side me looking like sonic with blue hair layered on top of her head. And somehow - I have no idea how - she pulled it off! I smiled to myself whilst staring back at the mirror, I was wearing my usual baggy Ramones jumper and pale faded skinny jeans, accompanied with my long 'granddad' socks and a black beanie over the top of my head. My eyes had been lined with my usual smoky eyeliner and I'd applied a layer of mascara to my eyelashes to hide the fact that they were naturally blonde, and therefore invisible. The same went for my eyebrows. I looked my self up and down one more time, happy with the result. I was ready.

I walked out of my room dragging my suitcase behind me into the hall way. Man this thing was heavy.

'Hey! Ball sack! Give me a hand with this thing, it weighs a ton!' I screamed through the flat. Just as the words left my mouth, my little sonic skipped round the corner to help me drag my bags out to the door.

Once our bags were ready for us to leave, we turned to look at our home one more time. It looked... empty. I saw Emily hold her hand out to me.

'Ready Keira?' she asked with a worried look in her eye.

'Ready.' I replied taking her hand to squeeze only to then release it so that I could grab my bags to take to the taxi which was waiting outside our building to take us to the train station. Well here goes nothing.

I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think. I promise I'll update soon!