Hello my lovelies! So this is my very first fanfic for this account (you can see links to my other sites in my bio) and it's a YouTuber's fic! Dan Howell and Phil Lester are two of my most favourite YouTubers in the world and I've been stewing over writing a story for them for quite a while now. Raine (is kinda based on me) and Hailey are fictional characters. All of this story is fiction, none of it is real.

Anyway, enough babbling! I hope you enjoy!

I watched as my sister ran around our room like a headless chicken, barrelling through piles of clothing and tripping over her open suitcase, not even bothering to stop the laugh that bubbled up. "Oh shut up, Raine!" She cried desperately, "I can't find my pass!"

Oh, so that's what she's worried about.

I headed over to my backpack and pulled out two VidCon passes from the side pocket, "They're right here, stupid." I swear, my sister disappeared for a moment and was replaced by a monster, the way she freaking rugby tackled me to the floor - inches away from the edge of the table. "Hailey! For Christ's sake!"

Hailey's older than me by four years, but sometimes I wonder if it's a joke. I sighed as Hailey got up, remembering that I had to behave with my sister if I wanted to ever board that LA bound flight tomorrow morning. It was actually organised for my 19th birthday, that my parents were packing Hailey and I off to LA for VidCon!

I had actually screamed and cried and done a whole lot of embarrassing things when mum had sat me down a week ago and told me. Embarrassing antics or not, I WAS STILL GOING TO VIDCON!

Hailey wasn't into that many YouTubers, but she was super excited to see Zoe Sugg, Meg Turney, Blair Fowler and Hannah Hart. I on the other hand, was so excited to see everyone on the list, but mostly Dan Howell and Phil Lester. Hailey had teased me about wanting to meet British guys, but the one thing I hadn't told her was that those two saved my life.

Literally.

I've never told anyone that secret, because it honestly sounds cheesy and cliché, but it is the truth.

Hailey finally managed to pack her suitcase and close it, before I put the passes back into the pocket of my backpack. As much as I was tempted to actually put a lock on the zipper, I didn't, because I knew I'd forget the key or something stupid like that.

I laughed as Hailey face planted into her bed, exhausted from running around all day and as I glanced at the clock, I figured it was a good time for me to hit the sack too; we had an early start tomorrow.

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Mum woke us up at 4am, Hailey groaning and moaning under her mass of blankets about beauty sleep and five more minutes.

I, however, was up and into the bathroom as soon as mum opened the bedroom door. There was no way I was passing up the opportunity to get in first, if Hailey was being lazy.

Half an hour later, I was showered, makeup on, hair done and dressed, waiting for Hailey to finish in the bathroom and get dressed so we could go. Dad was still dead asleep, meaning we had to be quiet as we left the house (finally! Hailey is so slow!) and got in the car.

The drive to Kingsford Smith airport was quiet, with only the morning radio playing in the background. Hailey was trying not to fall asleep before we got on the plane, Mum was focusing on the road and I was fiddling with my phone nervously. Dad had added a few hundred dollars worth of international credit to mine and Hailey's phones, in case of an emergency.

Soon enough, the bright lights of the airport were shining at us and mum was pulling into the international car park. The bright lights woke up Hailey a bit more and she was more alert as we unloaded our suitcases from the back.

For 5am in the morning, the airport was still bustling with people of all nationalities and as we checked in at the desk, an Irish woman approached us. "Excuse me?" Hailey turned at the same time I did and we both replied, "Yes?" The woman giggled and asked us, "I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me lift my husband's suitcase? He's gone to the bathroom and it's too heavy for me."

Hailey gave me a look as if to say, you do it, you're stronger and turned back to the check in attendant. I smiled at the woman and nodded, "Of course." Luckily she was only just next to us at check in and I could lift her husband's suitcase easily with her help. Thanking me generously, her husband returned as I went to return to Hailey and thanked me as well.

"Raine! Come on!"

"Please!" I managed, "It was nothing, I have to go now. Hope you have a lovely trip!" Waving to the pair, I sprinted to where Hailey waited at the security check in with mum. "Sorry," I said, sliding to a stop beside them, "They wouldn't stop thanking me." Mum laughed as Hailey rolled her eyes but smiled, before we all headed through security.

I was totally wary of taking my laptop out of my backpack and placing it on the conveyor belt, and hastily grabbed it back as soon as I could. I absolutely hated having other people near my laptop if I couldn't hold onto it. Not even Hailey could go near it without me. It was like my security blanket; an escape.

We still had at least half an hour before our flight, so Hailey and I made the most of it by doing a bit of last minute souvenir shopping for presents. We also grabbed some food in duty free and were back 5 minutes before they called for boarding. Hailey teared up a little as we said goodbye to mum, but I was way to excited for what was to come, to cry.

Mum laughed at me a little before ruffling my hair and waving us off.

Sitting next to each other on the flight was a blessing as well as a curse. Once we got on the plane, Hailey insisted on having the aisle seat (which to be honest, didn't bother me) but then she started treating me like a child.

"Do up your seatbelt, Raine!"

"Hailey, I'm not a kid! I can do it myself, when I'm ready."

"No, do it now!"

"Hailey! Leave it alone!"

She sunk back into her seat, belt on and sulking. I rolled my eyes as the seatbelt light came on and I clicked the belt into place, ready and waiting for the plane to start moving. As soon as it did though, I felt Hailey take my hand and squeeze it tightly. Then I remembered she didn't really like flying.

"You okay?" I asked, looking over at her and she smiled tightly, "I'll be fine. Just… don't let go til we get up in the air?" I chuckled lightly and nodded, squeezing her hand back as the plane finally started to gain speed and rise off the ground.

XXX

Once in the air, things were smooth sailing (figuratively speaking, since planes don't "sail") and Hailey seemed to feel a little more comfortable. As soon as we were able, I grabbed out my laptop, ensuring the Wi-Fi connection was turned off, and started working on my HSC PIP. I caught Hailey rolling her eyes at me a few times, but I just shrugged my shoulders and kept writing.

I was almost finished high school and I needed to get good marks.

As much as I was a performing arts student at heart (y'know, dancing, singing, etc), I still needed a good ATAR for my other subjects to get into the university courses and jobs that I wanted. I would have been classed as a total nerd at school, if not for the dancing and stuff. I got straight As in pretty much everything, except math – I was stuck with a high B.

That sounds like I'm complaining… I'm not… Promise.

I guess I was a very privileged kid too; my parents had put precious time and money into teaching me things I didn't learn at school, like languages. So far, I knew two fluently (English and French) and another five conversationally (Hungarian, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Spanish). Hailey knew three languages fluently (English, French, Italian) and was still learning another (Serbian).

An hour or so into the flight, I felt a weight on my right shoulder and found Hailey had fallen asleep. The flight was around 15 hours long, so I decided to let her sleep for the time being, knowing I'd be falling asleep some time too.

I managed to finish my work, just as the food came around and Hailey woke up. "Have a good sleep, princess?" I teased and she stuck her tongue out at me in return.

The food was surprisingly good for airline food, even Hailey admitted that and sooner than we thought, we were only 3 more hours away from landing at LAX. Hailey actually bounced in her seat when the captain came on over the PA and announced that. She glared at me when I giggled though.

I managed to nap for those remaining hours and Hailey poked me awake just as we touched down. The plane landed smoothly, something I was grateful for because my whole body ached for sleeping in such an uncomfortable position, but when the entire aircraft finally stopped completely, standing up and stretching had never felt so good.

Hailey snickered something as my joints cracked, drawing some dirty looks from an old couple across from us.

"You'll get arthritis if you keep doing that." She sniffed.

Shrugging as I yawned, we shuffled off the plane behind some other passengers, Hailey and I sighed in relief when we finally entered the terminal, before spotting the person picking us up.

"Aunt Carrie!"

Hailey and I pelted towards the petite woman, scooping her up into a huge bear hug, as she laughed and patted our backs. "Hello girls, my how tall you've grown, Raine! And Hailey, you've grown into such a beautiful lady." We both chuckled and smiled.

We headed over to the baggage carousals, Hailey and Aunt Carrie chatting away and filling each other in on everything that's been happening. I heard my name mentioned a few times, but didn't really pay attention, too busy on my Twitter;

Touched down in LA, so excited for VidCon! Not going as a special guest - will be in the crowd. Will I be seeing some Rainedrops? x

Another thing I was often teased about at home was my love for making YouTube videos. Along with Hailey (she makes beauty videos), I make covers of songs and dances, giving online tutorials to millions of people around the world. Snapped out of my social media trance, Hailey dumped my suitcase at my feet, rolling her eyes as I quickly shoved my phone back in my pocket.

"Come on internet freak, let's go."

I grabbed my suitcase handle and followed them out to the parking lot. As we got in the car and started the drip to Anaheim, Aunt Carrie glanced at us and smiled,

"Welcome to LA, girls."