This is my first Phanfiction. It's also a my first fic that is going to have chapters. I hope you like it! Constructive feedback is always appreciated! Here we go! This takes place in December, 2017, by the way!

Also, sorry for the long story intro... Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Mario Kart and Chill

When I was twelve, my eighteen year old brother Tom was friends with a boy named Philip Lester. Phil would often come over to our house, and he was really nice. He gave me hugs all the time, and he became like my second brother.

Even after my brother stopped talking to him, Phil would still talk to me. When he was nineteen, he started a YouTube channel called AmazingPhil. I watched all of his videos all the time, and never grew tired of them. He was really funny to watch. And if I had questions about it, I would call Phil up and ask him. We never lost contact with each other.

Eventually, after about three and a half years, when Phil was twenty two, he started collaborating with an eighteen year old boy named Daniel Howell. At first, I was unsure about him, but two years later, when I was nineteen, I visited Phil when Dan had moved in with him, and I met him. Dan was actually really nice and funny, and we became friends instantly.

Now, I'm twenty two, Dan is twenty six and Phil is thirty. I visit their flat almost daily because we're such good friends. They have even given me a spare key to their flat. Their friend Louise says she's their mum and I'm their second mum, meaning we keep them out of trouble, but to be honest, I'm more of their sister, meaning I help them do naughty things and make it look like they didn't do anything.

My name is Charlotte Berks, and I've been friends with Daniel Howell and Philip Lester for what seems like forever.

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I'm standing at their door, fishing through my jean pocket for the spare key that the boys gave me. I eventually find it and unlock the door. Dan and Phil are both nowhere to be seen, which isn't a surprise. They spend most of their time in their rooms, editing videos, watching videos. Dan sometimes reads fanfiction and looks at fanart. I decide to check his room first. He's lying on his bed, computer on his lap while he lies in his browsing position. His hair is curly and I'm still not used to it. He only posted the video that announced that he rebranded a few months ago, and I'm still surprised. But I won't lie, his hobbit hair is quite attractive, or what the Danosaurs and Phangirls call it, cute.

"Phil, I can hear your breathing—" he says and looks up. He's surprised to see me staring at him, but he smiles. "Charlotte!" He stands up and, putting his lap top down beside him, gives me a big, tight hug. I've always loved Dan's hugs. They're always tight and protective, like a shield or shelter. He makes me feel like nothing will hurt me. Phil's hugs, however, are also lovely. But they're different. They're neither protective nor shielding. They're more healing, like he'll be there for me after I've gone through something. I love both of their hugs, but Dan's are my favorite.

I pull away from Dan and grin, straightening my top. "You promised me a rematch at Mario Kart so I can kick your rear end." I punch him in the shoulder.

He and I race to the gaming room and he signs into the Nintendo Switch. I play as my Mii, which he calls boring. It looks like me. Shoulder length, black coloured hair, brown eyes and a black shirt. Dan plays as Inkling Girl, and we battle. I end up winning again and Dan groans.

"It's okay, Dan," I say, grinning, as I pat his shoulder. "Everyone loses sometimes. Now let's go browse the internet in your room, on your bed, while eating crisps, yeah?"

We end up doing just that, but I've stolen Dan's computer and am scrolling through Tumblr while he uses his phone.

"Dan, look at this utterly adorable GIF of you and Phil at TATINOF," I say, grinning and turning the computer to him. It's from the YouTube Red recording, where Phil has to do an impression of Dan, and just recreates the introduction of 'Hello Internet'. I've seen the recording and so many edits and GIFs from it, but I was unable to see the performance live.

The thing is, Dan and Phil invited me to tour with them. Well, Dan did. Phil already knew why I couldn't, and the look of disappointment on Dan's face when I told him I couldn't was almost unbearable. I had University and couldn't skip a single day of it. I offered to see their show in London, but just the week before the show, my brother Tom was biking with his girlfriend—now wife—and he got hit by a car. I had to stay at the hospital that night and couldn't see the show. But every night other than around that week, I would Skype Dan and Phil. They gave me a tour of their tour bus with Skype and told me about all of the amazing things they had seen while traveling North America.

One night, I was talking to Dan on Skype while they were in what I think was Minnesota. Phil had already gone to bed from being too tired. At one point, I somehow started crying, but quietly enough that Dan couldn't hear. My lights were dim enough that he shouldn't have been able to see. I missed Dan and I missed Phil, and it was the first time I had talked to them in over a week since I had had to spend time with Tom at the hospital. I was stressed out about that and homework, and I always was at school. It was so hard to talk to Dan and Phil since they were almost my only friends, and they would be gone for a long time. But I ended up being fine.

"I'm sad that you couldn't see us perform," Dan says, peering at the GIF, visibly cringing as Phil does the hand motions to mimic Dan's first YouTube video. "It was fun, but it would have been a lot more fun if you had come with us."

"I know," I say, hands in my lap. I knew it a long time ago. "It would have been fun. But I had to finish University."

Dan laughed nervously. "But you've finished Uni now. You can come watch Interactive Introverts next year. Maybe we can get them to give you a free front row seat? Or a backstage pass? A backstage pass won't be hard for us to get you."

He's trying too hard. We're just friends, nothing special. He doesn't have to give me a two hundred dollar seat for free. "Dan, that's unreasonable," I tell him, laughing. "I'll buy myself a seat. I'll watch you and Phil have your fun." His face falls slightly. "Dan, I promise I'll come. It'll be fine."

We hear footsteps outside of the room and the door opens, revealing Phil in his Nyan Cat shirt. He sees me and waves.

"Hi Charlotte," he says, a grin plastered across his face like always. One amazing thing about him is that almost nothing can bring Phil down. Even when he's down, he's good at thinking of bringing other people's happiness at the same time because it makes him happy when others are happy. "Do you want to stay over for dinner and a movie?" I nod eagerly.

"Of course!"