Without looking I could picture Phil as he bounced up and down the hallway. His excited chants filled the air as he did so, and I stood in front of the mirror shaking my head with a soft laugh. I literally couldn't believe Phil got me to actually go out and interact with other humans so early in the morning.

"Dan, come on already." Phil whined and I finally gave in, combing my fingers once more through my dark fringe.

I strutted out into the living room like I owned the place, which, in fact I did, but I did it for sake of getting ready to film a new Day in the Life video with Phil that day. He greeted me with the grin he had whenever he saw me, and had the audacity to ruffle up my hair as I walked past him.

I smiled but feigned annoyance. "Phil, what was that for?" I laughed and grabbed a box of cereal from behind him, and he looked at me for a long second.

"Dan, you should really do something else with your look. Not that I don't like it or anything…"

I understood what my best friend was saying, but this was who I was, and if I wan't wearing all black, I wasn't being true to myself. I scoffed and told him "As if that would ever happen."

I heard Phil mumble something about getting me to wear more color but paid no attention. The crunch of the cereal as I ate was too loud in my ear to hear very well, so he let me be and went to do whatever it was Phil did when I wasn't around.

A little over twenty minutes later, Phil appeared by my side with the camera and tugged at my hand. It was odd, because we don't usually hold hands, but I allowed him to this once and he drug me out of the apartment as if he were afraid I'd change my mind.

We didn't start recording outside right away. Instead, we walked in a comfortable silence. I was surprised that no fans had come up to us at all, and by the time we were maybe five blocks from the apartment, Phil turned to me.

"Ready to record some more?" he asked.

I nodded and moved away from him a little, as we were walking awfully close together. I didn't want the fans to get the wrong idea.

"So we're downtown now," Phil started, but then handed me the camera without another word. I stared at him, not really confused because this is what you usually expect from Phil.

He stepped behind me then and told me to close my eyes. Needless to say, holding a camera with your eyes closed and trying to make sure you're still filming yourself is quite difficult.

"Phil, you're scarring me," I mutter with a nervous laugh, and feel him place something plastic around my neck. I open my eyes despite not being told to do so and my face drops to all seriousness as I see that Phil had put a bloody pink necklace around my neck, essentially messing up my entire matching outfit.

I stared at him tiredly.

"Phil, you can't do that, okay? You're throwing off the balance of the universe."

Sure, I was joking, but honestly, wearing something so pink and not dark made me squirm. I was blushing, I could feel the heat, and tried to laugh it off, but it felt more forced than anything.

"I'm just trying to put some more color into your life." Phil said simply. He took the camera back from me and continued filming, but I'm pretty sure when he glanced at me he could tell just how uncomfortable I was. Wearing a pink necklace. In public.

His hand slid into mine slowly, and off camera, might I add.

I was a little shocked at first, because usually when Phil holds my hand it's to lead me somewhere, not to make me feel better. I smiled to myself at his attempt to make me feel better and slowly I began to feel my shoulders relax.

We were walking through the town together, making jokes about the people and filming our "Day in the Life" video, and it felt better than it had before, maybe more than it should have.

I pulled my hand away after a short time, only so the fans wouldn't see and assume things.

And for the rest of the video, I kept the necklace on, mostly because it was to remind me to have a little color in my life, even if Phil had to help me get it.