SO YEAH HERE IT IS FOR ALL YOU PHANATICS. (Haha, see what I did there?) ANYWAYS WITHOUT FURTHER ADO

THE DISCLAIMER~

THESE PEOPLE DO IN ACTUALITY EXIST AND I AM JUST FORMING NON EXISTENT EVENTS YUPP.

Dan Howell yawned as he stretched, putting off getting up for as long as possible. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was the time between actually getting out of bed and taking that first sip of coffee.

Dan groaned when he heard movement from Phil's room. Phil Lester was probably Dan's closest friend.. He never judged and was just always there. He was nice, kind, caring, not to mention hilarious. Dan loved being in Phil's company, but at that very moment, he desperately hoped the boy wouldn't come to wake him.

He heard the knock at the door which was followed by a muffled, "Dan?" Dan buried himself under the covers as the door opened. There was a minute's worth of silence before the door closed again. Once he was out from under the duvet, Dan simply stared at the ceiling. The ceiling. Forever unchanging. Forever incapable of any other function. Forever dull. Forever boring.

Dan couldn't help but find himself thinking the same about himself. He was consistent, never changing. Always plain...

Dan opened one brown eye only to be greeted by two wide blue eyes staring back. Dan jumped, nearly falling off the bed which in turn caused Phil to let out a laugh.

"Jesus Christ Phil! What on earth are you doing?" Dan exclaimed, trying to calm his heart.

"Watching you sleep a'course." Phil replied, pushing his black hair out of his eyes.

"I meant why."

"It's one in the afternoon. I figured I'd wake you, but you looked interesting so I didn't."

Phil shrugged at the disbelieving look on Dan's face.

Dan rolled his eyes.

"You perv." he said, throwing Totoro at Phil. Phil laughed loudly as he left.

Dan sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tight once before getting ready for the day.

"So, did you get no sleep last night or something?" Phil asked as Dan made himself a bowl of Country Crisp. "What?" he asked, taking his first bite before joining Phil on the couch. Phil's eyes narrowed as Dan ate.

"What?" Dan exclaimed defensively.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Dan watched Phil suspiciously as Phil casually flipped through the channels.

Dan stared into his cereal, his hair getting in the way. He took a minute to note the strands of red hair in the brown.

"Hey Phil, can I ask you something?" he whispered, half hoping his friend hadn't heard.

"Yeah Dan?"

Phil muted the television and turned his body to Dan, a smile on his face. Dan took another bite of his cereal to give himself another minute.

"Do you think I'm 'plain'?"

"Define 'plain'?"

"Like, uhm, consistent? Boring? I don't know! Just plain!"

When Dan got no reply, he looked up at Phil. Phil looked as if he was on the verge of laughter.

"You? Boring? Are you delusional Dan? You didn't hurt your head, did you?" he asked, laughs escaping.

"You're far from 'plain', Daniel." Phil said with a smile, causing Dan to smile in turn.

Dan knew that when Phil used his full name, he was 100% serious, even if it didn't seem it.

"So," Phil started after a minute. "you want to go into town soon? I've been craving Shake Away something fierce." Dan laughed and nodded in agreement.

They walked to Manchester's Shopping District. The first thing they did, as they usually did, was get some Starbucks. Considering it was December, Dan and Phil definitely didn't want to miss a chance at drinking the Christmas specials.

They sat in the spot in the back Dan had claimed as his own. They chatted about random things; video ideas, their eventual search for a new apartment, future fan meetups, and games.

When they left, it was nearly four and the sun was beginning to set.

"Oh yeah! I need to pick something up." Phil said suddenly as they walked around aimlessly. Dan raised an eyebrow, but followed him nonetheless.

"Do you actually know where you're picking up this... What was it again?" Dan asked after they had exited the seventh store. "Of course I do. Honestly Dan, what do you take me for?" Phil replied, staring up at a sign before making his way to the store beneath it. "No way, I'm staying here. I do not want to walk anymore." Dan stated, "Also, I'm starving. Hurry up."

Dan crossed his arms like a child and pouted. Phil simply shrugged and continued on.

As Dan waited, he felt a chill run down his spine. Not from the cold, but from someone's gaze. He looked up from the pavement to see a couple of girls giggling and sending him glances. Dan sent them a polite smile which seemed as if cue for them to walk over.

"Hi there," one of them smiled. Dan looked them over as he replied with a quiet, "Hello."

They looked perfect. From their hair down to their shoes, not a thing was out of place. Dan internally grimaced. He didn't know why, but perfectly done up girls annoyed him. Maybe he just wanted someone who was comfortable enough to just walk out of their homes right after getting out of bed?

Dan blinked himself back into reality when he realized they were speaking to him. "... So we were wondering if we could treat you?" one of them said hopefully. Dan sighed, "I'm terribly sorry, but I'd prefer to just grab something with my friend and head home." He watched as their expressions went from hopeful to dejection.

Dan sighed again, staring at the street lamp above their heads. He noted the light flicker and wondered how long it would be before someone came around fixed it. Street lamps were pretty useless once they went out. Most of them never get repaired, only replaced... eventually. He watched it flicker more frequently and began wondering when he would flicker out.

"Here," one of the girls said, shoving something into his chest. Dan stared at the piece of paper they handed him. Two perfectly written numbers. He looked up at the girls.

"Give us a call, okay?"

They winked and walked away giggling. Dan just stared as they rounded the corner.

"Wow Dan, can't go a day without getting a number, can you?"

Phil's laugh came from behind him. Dan managed to turn and look at him, though for some reason, he couldn't really see him.

Phil's smile fell quickly as he hurriedly walked up to Dan and grabbed him by the arm.

"C'mon, let's get some food."

Dan allowed himself to be dragged to a little restaurant on the corner.

"I've always wanted to eat here." Phil commented as they were seated. Dan simply nodded to show he had in fact heard.

Phil studied Dan's face before worry crossed his features.

"Dan," Phil started quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Dan blinked a couple times, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. It took him a bit longer to process what Phil had said.

"Not really, no." he replied just as quietly.

Phil searched Dan's face then, for what, Dan hadn't a clue. He seemed somewhat pleased with his findings though because he let it drop.

Dinner was uneventful. Just more casual talk though they did continuously come back to the topic of their impending search for a new home. They had to be out of the apartment by the end of July and though there was quite a bit of time between December and July, they both knew that if they didn't start discussing it as soon as possible, they'd put it off until it was far too late.

"So, London then?" Dan asked before taking the final bite of his meal. Phil nodded in agreement as he called for the waiter. Once they had paid, they began to make their way to Shake Away.

The walk there was spent in comfortable silence with Phil making random comments the whole way. When they arrived, there was only one other customer. A girl stood there with her head tilted up towards the menu.

Phil sat at a table facing the street as Dan got their drinks.

"A Butterscotch and White Maltesers as well as an Oreo and Dime Bar please." Dan ordered as he pulled out the appropriate amount of money.

"Hmmm... I think I'll just stick with Oreo and Dime Bar."

Dan looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She had wavy blonde hair, fair skin, and a rather pointy face. Dan noted the amount of make-up and internally grimaced.

"When will girls realize they don't need make up? At least not that much." Dan thought as the girl made eye contact.

She had pretty eyes, Dan would give her that much. They were a pale green with rings of brown throughout the iris.

Dan smiled politely and turned back to grab the drinks. He walked over to Phil and handed him his drink as he sat down. He then proceeded to swivel repeatedly, Phil laughing at his antics.

"So..." Dan stopped and they both looked to the right, "which one of you ordered my favorite drink?" she asked, giving Dan a rather flirtatious look.

"Phil."

She lifted her drink and nodded her head in Phil's direction. Dan thought he saw a look of disappointment, but if he did, it passed quickly.

"Good joice, my good man."

Phil grinned in reply.

She took a sip of her drink before she turned fully, extending her hand in greeting.

"My name's Rachel Wilson, but you can call me Rae."

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