Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil. Kind of own Bre. Best friend. Yada yada legal. Tada.

Hello! Not too much to say. This'll be a collection of linear, short one-shots dedicated to my best friend. After everything she's done for me, the least I can do is make her dreams come true. (Through my writing.) Enjoy!

Chances

It was finally her turn. For years she'd been waiting for this moment. Even from this angle, she could see locks of Dan's dark hair poking out from behind the screen. Her stomach flipped as the manager waved her in, and she took two hesitant steps forward before all but flying into Dan Howell's arms. She rested her face against his chest and breathed in his scent as he wrapped his arms around her. She'd never forget this moment. He smelled perfect, and it sent a chill through her. The feel of her face pressed against his chest just felt right.

Bre barely had enough self control to pull back. But she wanted more than anything to look him in the eyes. That was even better. His eyes were beautiful: deep brown, dark, and it felt like she could see into his very soul.

She wanted more than anything to press her lips against his.

"Hi, nice to meet you," he said. He sounded just like he did in his videos. And, God, was he tall. Her eyes scanned every bit of his precious face, cementing every detail into memory so she would never forget this one perfect moment in her life.

"Hi! My name is Bre. It's nice to meet you, too."

Something in his eyes changed though. It was barely noticeable, but she'd been watching his youtube videos for years. She knew every movement of his eyes, his lips, his every expression. But this one was different. She hadn't seen this one before.

More than anything, Bre was confused. Her stomach sank. Had she done something wrong? Had she said something wrong? She'd only said a few words. What had happened to get this reaction?

He bit his lip, just for a second, before saying. "You're… beautiful…"

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

That's what the look was. Oh, God. That's what the look was.

The blush must have colored her whole face. She could feel the warmth of it crawling all over her body. Oh my god. "Thank… you…" she said slowly. He couldn't have said she was beautiful, right? She must have heard him wrong. She must have. Her?

She must have looked confused, despite the insane blushing, because he added. "I'm serious. Bre, right? It's true, Bre."

Her body froze. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She couldn't…

"Here, let's take this picture."

She slowly handed him her phone, and felt his fingers brushing against her skin. It sent sparks through her. His hands were so warm. Oh god…

Thankfully, she already had the most giddy smile on her face, so she didn't have to react at all to Dan snapping a selfie. He opened her book to sign it and scribbled his name on the page she'd marked.

"Hey, listen, can you send me that picture, please? I wrote my number down. I mean, if you want to, you can. If you don't, that's okay too…"

Her smile couldn't get any bigger. "I will. I promise."

And then she didn't think his smile could get any bigger.

"My manager is going to get upset in a minute, so you'd better go, but…" In one quick movement, he bent down to her height and pressed his lips against hers. Just a quick little kiss. Innocent. But there was emotion there. A promise.

She couldn't breathe. She just savored the feel of it until he pulled back.

"I'm glad you came, Breanna."

"Thank you…"

She took two steps backward before spinning around and walking away. It was amazing that she hadn't fallen, tripped, or exploded yet. That… that actually just happened. It did happen. Nothing mattered more in that moment.

Her hands were shaking. So much so that the woman instructed to cut the meet and greet bands off had trouble. She probably thought she was insane for having such an intense reaction to meeting the tall British boy.

Her feet carried her to the beanbag she'd chosen in the middle of the room. Her purse lay there, forgotten, along with the bottle of water she didn't drink, and the chocolate bar they offered to everyone.

He'd… He'd kissed her. He'd looked her in the eye, leaned down, and kissed her.

And he said…

Her fingers flew over the pages of the book, struggling to find the one he'd signed. But…

There it was. Just like he said.

Under his name, he'd scrawled ten little numbers. Ten little digits that could determine her future. Their future.

She couldn't have had a better day.

Hope you enjoyed it. There's more to come. :)