Being 'his' sister

by The freaking fan girl

"Being his Sister long before he was famous was just THE BEST. But I'm afraid of being known as 'Danisnotonfire's sister. But don't mistake me,I like him being happy". That's what she says. Danilla Jane Howell or Dana,is The Dan Howell's sister. Basically,this is just an idea that popped into my head,a story about Dan's Sister. Warning: Famous Cameos such as Black Veiled Brides

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A/N: uhm,I'm altering Andy's Age again guys. So he wasn't 'THAT' famous yet,but he will be. He's gonna be 16 in this,I'm also altering everyone on the BVB's age. So yeah...

ON WITH THE FANFIC!

"Open the door Dana!"a voice called,must've been mum

"Mum,it was open the whole time."I said,probably loud enough for her to hear,I heard a few shuffles and the door finally opened. I don't usually leave the door unlocked for some reason,just a habit.

"Well,everything packed up?"she asked,trying to hold back tears herself too. Yes,I was welding up tears myself.

"Yes mum,uhm... When do I leave exactly?"I asked,trying not to crack my voice

"About an hour or so,dear. Let me help you with your luggage"she said,I literally forgotten about it. Stupid. I grabbed my favorite books and my IPad and put it in my bag. Can't believe I almost forgot them.

"Thanks mum,"I said,pecking her cheeks

Some people might think that I would really want to live with my older brother(for the summer anyways),but unfortunately,I don't. And I do.

Let me explain.

I would love living with Dan again,so happy. But I could interfere with stuff like his editing and things,I don't wanna do that. I know Dan since I was 7(I'll explain later). I know that he'd practically do anything to spend his time with me no matter what,which 'is' the problem. He'd most likely forget to edit the video and end up like a complete mess(which he did once when I visited him a year ago).

And about the other explanation,I'm adopted. No,I'm not kidding,I'm adopted. And I'm only half British,and the other half Filipino. Let me tell you my story then,I promise this won't take that long. Maybe.

When I was 5 years old,me,my parents,and my grandmother,still lived at the Philippines. We were on our way back down from Baguio City(which was a freezing cold place I might add) in our car. It was a sorta steep hill,at first I was scared as fuck. So I hid in the shoulders of my 73 year old British grandmother,Naomi.

"Naomi,don't be scared,love"she soothed me,my name was Naomi before I was adopted. I was named after her.

"We're gonna fall"I said,semi screeching

"No we are not,don't be silly Naomi. Things are gonna get better soon"she soothed once again,fluffing my straight black hair. I looked at mom who was looking at me too. It was the last time I did. The last time I saw her smile that I got. Then my Dad's Electric blue eyes...

Then before I could process anything else clearly,I realized soon enough that me and my grandmother were the only ones who survived. We were in a car crash. After my parent's wakes,my grandmother took me to Britain. We only lived with ourselves,we run a little store. The store was actually something like the store 'HotTopic',which really one of the reasons why some people call me Emo or Goth or something. Then soon when I was 6,she died too. Life was hell to me before. Technically,my accent was more of an American when I speak English. But I can speak in Filipino fluently. I could up to this date.

An agent took me to an orphanage,I got recommended to a lot of people. They would love to adopt me,but every time I would say no. I just lost all of my family members. 'Jesus Christ,it's really not that easy people',I would think. The families were obviously not going to let me dress the way I want,talk,or even do anything I would want. So I kept saying the big,fat,'NO.'

But one family in particular caught my attention,a member of it anyways. They entered the room,I was wearing combat boots,a black T-shirt that was slightly fitted and jeans(yes,I was 7 and I dressed like that). I didn't know how to apply make up back then so I didn't. They entered one by one,first was what I assumed is the mother,then the father,then a young guy(I assumed he was a few years older than me),then the person I told you that caught my attention. He was pale,black hair(or was it brown? I don't know),and he definitely looks like my kind of people.

They all chatted for me for a while,especially the guy. I soon learned that his name was Dan. All went good and I finally got out of the orphanage.

They changed my name to Danilla Jane Howell. Then I picked up the British-Posh accent(but I could still speak in American and Pilipino accents if I wanted). And soon enough got a new family.

And the rest is history.

I snapped back to reality and realized that my mum was calling me outside.

"Dana! Your cabbie's outside and so is you luggage!"she shouted,I said goodbye to my dad and my other brother and ran outside. It was raining. Oh great,just GREEEAAAAT.

"Thanks mum,see you in 2 months. I hope you don't change my room again"I said.

"But I thought you liked SlipKnot. I didn't memorized all of your Bands you know."she said in a 'duh' way

"Well,they could get quite confusing sometimes...bye mum."I pecked her cheeks and she shut the cabbie's door.

About that 'changing the room' thing. Last year,my room was filled with some random bands and singers that I liked,but I didn't put up the posters I got on the wall,and I just kept them somewhere. I literally just left her for TWO DAYS. And when I got back,my ceiling,my walls,my bed post was filled with SlipKnot. I freaked out and slammed the door,my mum cleaned out all of the slip knots and said sorry,then she made it up for giving me a Batman Necklace. Which I'm still wearing to this date.

Back to reality,I think I'm halfway through the airport now. I stared at the window,the sun hasn't rose up yet either. I decided to grab one of the books from my backpack,which was The Fault in Our Stars apparently.

I think it took 30 more minutes till I was at the airport,I paid the cabbie and took my luggage out. I think I might be on time. I did all those stuff you need to do at the airport to get to your plane. So let's just skip ahead

I found a seat next to the window,next this guy with a black batman hoodie and shades. He doesn't seem like one of those guys who would terrorize the plane or something,I think he's even asleep. I sat down next to him,it was the only seat left in this section too. Once we've left off,I got out my laptop and watched some 1960's Batman. The fact that I'm uncannily addicted to Batman,is why I don't like making friends that much. They think I'm a lesbian or a weirdo,talk about judgmental. Then I realized that the there were guys next to the batman hooded guy,who seems to smirk and laugh a bit at the him too. I shook my head a bit and surfed the net instead,I took my headphones and played something completely random. Judging from the guitar intro,This must've been The Mortician's Daughter. I liked this song so much,so I put it on repeat.

I went to Facebook and saw Dan online. I went and chatted him.

'Hello my Derp of a brother' I greeted

'Hello my Batman of a sister' he replied,after a few seconds

'You've been waiting to do that for months haven't you?' I mocked

'Yeah,yeah. Phil wants me to convince you of something' Phil is pretty much like Dan to me,although he's friendlier and gentle. He doesn't curse a lot either,I think I only heard him curse once.

'What thing?' I asked

'Well,We all know that you've been obsessed with batman. And there was this event in town,it's D.C comics something. Batman's from D.C comics right? Wanna go?' He asked

'Hell yeah I do!' I said

'Okay then,see you in an hour or so. Bye BatGirl!' I groaned a bit,barely audible I guess.

I started to play some internet games. Any game would do,as long as my mind was preoccupied. I didn't want to be too excited,I might wake yo the guy next to me. Nevertheless,I logged onto my YouTube account. Yes,yes,I have a YouTube account.

One of the reasons why I don't want Dan to mention me is because I don't want to gain my Fame as 'Dan's Sister' or something,I want to be known as me. I want to be known because of me,not because of him. That's why he's never told you about me,or that he has a sister. It was by my request. I wasn't the one who Vlogs much,I actually do song covers. I range from lots of genres,but never electronica. Pretty much Metalcore,Screamo,and some Pop music that ain't about sex and drugs or drinking. I'm not as successful either,I only opened my account last year. I only have less than a hundred subs.

The flight attendant slightly tapped our shoulders,which woke up the guy. His shades dropped and he looked at the flight attendant,who seems to be in shock. I looked questioningly at the flight attendant.

"Uhm,miss? Are you okay?"I said,a worried look on me

"Uh...oh! Yes,yes! I advise you close all of your electronics,the plane is about to land in 20 minutes tops!"she said,her voice doesn't seem to be composed.

"Thank you,"the guy said,his voice oddly familiar,also American. He never looked at me,or faced my direction. He picked up his fallen shades and put it in his hoodie's pocket. I sighed and closed my laptop and my iPod,which was currently still playing The Mortician's Daughter. I closed it and put it in my backpack.

I started murmuring the song as quiet as I could,hopefully the guy doesn't notice.

"I will await dear,

A patience of eternity

My crush"

"Our universe still

No rust

No dust

Will ever grow on this frame

One million years,and I will say your name

I love you more than I could ever scream"

I know,I know,I changed the lyrics. I just thinks it would be more fitting for me to sing. If you didn't know what this song is,then let me tell you a little summary. The lead singer had a girlfriend,but he has to go on tour. So they would be long distance or something. He wrote this song for her,which was very,very,very beautiful. But she got allegedly cheated on him,but they soon broke up,then back on,then broke up again. But at the end,she didn't really cheat. The main reason why they did split is still a mystery to me though. I continued singing the whole song. That's when I noticed something oddly strange,I looked around me. I noticed the guy staring at me,almost glaring,I couldn't be sure,he was wearing his shades again. I quickly stared at my wrists,which had a few band bracelets and a little batman locket.

He continued to stare at me. This time I stared back. I decided to break the silence.

"Is there anything you need?"I asked,shifting my accent to American

"Uhm...that song..."oh god,he heard.

"What about my favorite song?"I said,slightly glum. I did had a few friends back at home,they heard about Andy and Scouts breakup. So they hated The Mortician's Daughter ever since. And sometimes I would argue with them about it.

"Dude,look. I've had tons of arguments with people about this song. I don't care if they're not together anymore,this music is a masterpiece. I don't care if the band doesn't like this song,it's my favorite,and it always will be."I said,I broke I contact and stared my wrists again,eyeing the locket.

"Well,how much of a fan are you?"he asked

"Not much. I appreciate the whole band rather than just appreciating the lead. I appreciate the whole song rather than the vocals itself. I don't Fangirl much either,just a fan of the song."I admitted

Wait. Why was I talking to him again?

"Then what would you do if you met the band,or the lead?"he asked

"I don't know,I would probably let them sign something. But other than that,nothing else. I won't stalk them or something. I'm not 'that' kind of fan"I said

"Then would you like to meet them?"he asked,this was getting weird. I stared at him. He was smirking,a smirk I've seen somewhere...

"I won't mind"I admitted,there was no fucking way they were here right?

"Well then..."he took of the hoodie and the shades. My heart started skipped a beat.

"I guess so,what are the odds?"the guy next to Andy said.

Andy.