A/N: Hey! So, this is only going to be a short little story (maybe 2 or 3 chapters) but I felt I needed to write down this really weird dream I had (I know, I have a lot of weird dreams) that actually included Jacksepticeye. I don't really watch his videos a lot, so sorry if he's a tad out-of-character, I tried my best. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of this little fic, and until the next chapter, ciao.
-Whisker

"Where is he? He said he'd be here by now…"

That was the voice of Dan Howell, talking to himself as he impatiently tapped his foot on the ground and folded his arms.

He'd been standing around here for a good half hour, waiting, and yet still nobody had turned up.

Gazing to his left as he heard the somewhat happy screams of people, he set his eyes upon the large Viking swing boat that was swaying to and fro, suspended on a great, huge frame.

This was not out-of-place in the slightest because he was in a theme park.

On his own.

He had been with his best friend, Phil Lester, but he had gone off to find a certain Sean McLoughlin, who was supposed to be meeting up with them by the Swing Boat beside the gift shop.

But he was late.

Sean – more commonly known as Jacksepticeye – was a YouTuber, just like them, who was largely more popular, but whom had decided non-the-less that a meet-up would be a nice thing to do.

Dan had sent Phil off to look around for him – thinking maybe he'd gotten lost – when he hadn't turned up after 15 minutes, but thinking back, Dan decided that probably wasn't the best decision to make, taking into consideration Phil's poor sense of direction and orienteering.

Doubtless, neither of them would be coming back for another half hour at least.

This was when people started streaming off the Swing Boat and knocked him to the side in all of the kerfuffle.

Dan frowned and stood back from the people congregating a way away from him. Why did he always have to be the one who just stood around?

It took him by surprise, though, when a gentle hand came to rest on his right shoulder.

Spinning, slightly startled, to the side, his eyes met the gaze of Phil, who had somehow appeared out of nowhere all of a sudden, wearing a blue cowl-neck sweatshirt with one large pocket all the way across the front.

"I'm taking it you didn't find him?" Dan whimpered, relaxing at once.

"Nah; but I called him and he said to meet him at the restaurant in five minutes," Phil replied, taking his phone out of his jean pocket and checking the time before replacing it.

"This park has a restaurant?" Dan questioned, not remembering seeing one on the map, "Where?"

"Other side of the park, apparently," Phil told him, putting his other hand in his sweatshirt pocket, too, and turning away, "Come on, then – we don't want to be late."

Dan rolled his shoulders, fixed his hair and followed him, slouching slightly as he walked.

"Hey, don't be like that, Dan," Phil muttered, "We've only been waiting thirty-five minutes, it's not like we've wasted the day or anything."

"I know, I know…" Dan sighed, "I'm not bothered, I'm just… hungry," and he stared up to the sky to his left, seeing the towering, red roller-coaster that sat around half a mile away and that had one of the steepest drops that Dan had ever seen.

He decided to keep his eyes on the path ahead of him to avoid walking into anything or anyone, avoiding puddles of spilled coca-cola and ice cream as he did.

He wasn't sure that Phil knew where he was going, but followed him anyway because neither did he.

The theme park was busy today – it seemed everyone around had turned up – and with good reason: tickets were free this week as the whole place was shutting down. You could tell it was closing from the boarded-up shops (there was only one left open) and decaying decorations that looked as if they were just about ready to fall to pieces.

The rides were all operating, however, and there were hundreds of people long queues for every one.

Where they would find the restaurant was unknown, and it was quite a way to the other side of the park, so Dan just carried on walking.

Swerving out of the way of running visitors and large obstacles, both he and Phil eventually came across a slightly run-down and small restaurant.

Seeing as it was the only eating-place open, they headed inside and were immediately confronted with the aroma of cooking and freshly ground coffee.

Casting a long gaze around the room, Dan scanned over every table until his eyes came to rest on one at the very back where a young man was seated. He had an emerald green fringe and was wearing a grey cardigan, black beanie and glasses.

Tapping Phil on the shoulder to alert him, Dan turned back to his friend, who was staring up at the menu above the counter.

"What's up, Dan? Have you seen him?" Phil asked.

Dan nodded and gestured in Sean's general direction.

"Oh, well done; you go and say hello and I'll get us both a coffee, OK?" Phil suggested, and so Dan wandered over.

He was a little bit nervous but he didn't know why: they'd met before and had gotten on quite well, too, so he needn't worry.

"Oh, hey there, Dan!" Sean smiled as he saw Dan coming towards him, "Sorry I had to leave you waiting for so long… I got a bit lost, you see," and he laughed.

Dan gave a nervy chuckle in response, idly scratching the back of his neck,

"Ah, it's alright," he assured him, "We weren't waiting that long. After all, we have all day."

"Right! So how have you been?" Sean asked as Dan sat down opposite him.

"Oh, we've been good; just busy with the move and all, you know? But we've more-or-less settled in now, so everything's fine," Dan replied with a smile.

"And how about Phil? How's he?"

"Fine as far as I know – I can never really tell."

This was when Phil himself appeared beside them, two mugs of coffee in his hands, looking a tad surprised at hearing his name.

"Am I… interrupting anything?" He asked, laying one cup down on the table and sliding a chair back from the table before sitting down.

"No, don't worry," Dan said, briefly pulling his friend to his side and patting his arm, "Just talking about the move."

"Oh, were you?" Phil hummed, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup to warm his palms.

Dan nodded and adjusted his gaze to stare out of the window that was set into the wall to his right.

Outside, he could see a towering, yellow roller coaster with blue stripes painted onto the supports. Every so often, Dan could witness a car travel past on the tracks and hear the helpless yet excited screams of the people aboard it.

He couldn't wait to get on some rides later with his friends. That's if the queues weren't too long.

"Dan?" Came Sean's voice, tearing him from his thoughts and back to reality.

"Hmm?" Dan answered, turning to him.

"Should we stand outside in the fresh air?" Sean suggested.

"Uh… Sure, I guess," Dan nodded, sliding back in his chair and shakily getting to his feet. He didn't think that going on any roller coasters just after a hot drink was a very good idea, but watching people on the rides sounded like fun, so all three of them headed outside and into the air.