Disclaimer: I do not own Dan & Phil.

"What's your name?" A small child about the age of five walked up to the older student, questions clearly on the tip of his tongue.

"My name is Phil. What's yours?" The younger answered with a simple 'Dan' and left it at that.

From that day forth, the two children were inseparable.

It was now several years later and the eighteen year old Dan was now walking to high school.

He despised going to school. It really wasn't his thing. He only wanted to stay at home and be with his friends-okay imaginary friends, but friends all the same. He wanted to make pancakes and goof off not be forced to sit in a desk and learn about how two squared divided by seventy equals some random number that was apparently really important to the world. In theory. Dan hated it.

He honestly wanted to shoot himself in the face if he had to listen to one more professor preach to him the importance of this law versus this equation.

Meanwhile, Phil was at his flat making another video. Or...trying to.

Normally he could get through a video in less than two hours. But today was taking him forever, just to get enough footage for a three minute post!

He was frustrated with himself, to say the least.

He couldn't stop thinking about his primary school days. Specifically the one day when he met his best friend. He just couldn't resist that hair and the brown eyes that could make a dog's puppy-dog face go to shame. He had been blunt-but then again, most children were at that age. Phil was still blunt to this day.

He was one of the few that managed to hold onto his childlike antics. Most of the others he went to school with grew out of having fun. The only others were currently on holiday in Sweden for a video and a getaway from their jobs. He turned the camera off.

Why couldn't he get that kid off his mind?

Dan walked home, wishing beyond what he'd every wished before, that he could live by himself. Or at least away from his parents. Just a little distance would be like heaven.

He turned on his computer, hoping beyond hope that he'd find something interesting to watch on Youtube other than the normal things that people tended to do. Clicking on a link that looked interesting, he sat and waited for the video to load. After a few seconds, he decided to go and get something to snack on.

When he came back, he couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him.

The person on the screen was Phil.

Phil made his video just like he did every other time he decided it was time to be silly and crazy in front of the entire Internet. First prepare (well, more like set up the camera and wing it) second edit and third post it. But today felt different from all of the others. It felt...off to him.

He shrugged it off and posted it anyways. Besides, it always took the longest time for the videos to actually be exported in a good quality.

Dan started panicking. Was that really him? How was he doing? How come he never changed his hair? Was it really him? Those questions and many more were swirling around in Dan's mind. He wasn't sure what to make of them, or the fact that somehow he just knew that it was, indeed, Phil on the computer screen.

Was Phil really that popular now?

When they were younger, the two boys were outcasts. They were the weird kids that no one wanted to play with and that mothers adored because they were perfectly happy playing on their own and letting everyone else alone for hours on end.

Did Phil really have a fan base? How did this happen?

Clearly he had a fan base. Dan didn't even know why he asked that question in the first place. He mentally slapped himself in the face; over half a million views counts as 'fan base.' As far as how it happened...he had no ideas for that one-absolutely none. Not a single clue.

He was going to go mad if he didn't stop asking himself all of these questions. He needed to ask Phil because he'd be the one with all of the answers.

But who's to say that it really was Phil? Some little voice inside his head telling him it was? He wasn't going to make a fool of himself. So Dan did what he found logical. He watched most of the videos under the same username and found nothing that indicated that it really was him. Until he hit the one video he thought would be useless.

He clicked on the link and took a sip of water as the video played out.

The water in Dan's mouth quickly made its way onto the screen as he watched Phil describe his slight obsession with the Shadow Realm and his shadow. The only thing he could really process finally clawed its way out of his throat.

"PHIL! IT REALLY IS YOU!"

Phil was going through all of his social networks when he got an email. It wasn't that lengthy, but it was enough to catch his attention.

Momentarily forgetting about all of his other sites he was checking, he went and got a banana from the fridge to eat. He opened the email and started to read.

'Phil,

You may not remember me, but I used to go to primary school with you. My name is Dan and we used to spend every free moment we had with each other.

I was surfing the internet when I came across your channel and I decided that it looked fairly interesting so I clicked on the first video I saw made by you.

I had to watch a fair amount of your videos to really know it was you, but what really made it click was when you talked about the Shadow Realm.

Just in case you think I'm some weird stalker fan, I'm not I assure you. And I can prove it.

Remember when we were at my house and we ended up falling asleep and you were allowed to stay the night since it would've been pointless to wake you up only to put you back to sleep again? You know, the time that we ended up sleeping together? That night we made a promise to each other. I promised not to tell anyone that you tried to flush dog food down the toilet and you promised not to eat my candy cane ornament.

Well, if I haven't convinced you by now and you don't remember me at all, then I suppose now would be the opportune moment to leave the email at that.

Dan'

Phil looked up with wide eyes. Of course he remembered Dan! How could he not? The stupid curly hair that always gave him trouble-especially when it came to getting it cut. The odd games they'd come up with and the random bouts of dancing with no music.

He quickly wrote a response, and by doing so, reforged the long-lost friendship of Dan and Phil.