Dan giggled to himself as he read the comments of his last video, happy at how creative and hilarious his fans were. Though one thing kept coming up that he didn't really know how to take. Everyone and their mothers were telling him to go watch this new Youtuber by the name of DownTheRabbitHole. He looked up at Phil, who was in the same 'browsing position' as him from across the room on the other couch. "Hey Phil," Dan began, making his flatmate look up from his own browsing. Probably looking at funny cat pictures again. Dan couldn't help but think as he continued. "do you know of a Youtuber called DownTheRabbitHole? Everyone's telling me to watch them." "No, but everyone's telling me to watch them to. I'm searching for them right now."Phil shrugged, looking back to his cat-sticker-covered Mac computer. Dan shrugged, answered another comment before moving his little mouse into the search bar and searching for the reoccurring name, expecting just some random kid that everyone thought was cute.

He laughed so hard he cried.

~ # ~

"So yea, that was my recipe for Butter Bear. The instructions are all in the book-bag if you missed anything. I have been Luke, you have been Audience, and don't forget to laugh! Bye-Bye! Oh also, I'll be at Vid-con in Los Angeles this week, so don't hesitate to come and say hello! I get to share a room with the Fantastic Foursome and a few others! I'm fan-girling just thinking about it! Well, time to finish packing, Bye-Bye!" My pale hands waved exceedingly to the camera in front of me, before I stood up and clicked the video feed to a close. Sighing to myself, I begin mentally preparing myself for the huge task of editing on my new MacBook computer, already beginning to collect a few odd stickers on its surface. I couldn't help it, I still had the mind of a four year old boy, but minus the worm-and-bug-fascination. Running a smooth hand through my wavy, mousy brown hair, I sigh and carefully undo my camera from the tripod and hook it up to the computer in my room/office. I loved my camera, it was my diary of sorts (through being a nerd half of my diary was cool science facts I learned randomly from the internet), and my laptop was my best friend... I can't tell if that was crushingly sad or not. Oh well, I can sort that little fact out later.

My bedroom needed to be cleaned, but the internet exists so it'll never happen. The carpet was a fluffy white, though you couldn't tell it from the thin layer of dirty clothes and one of every sock I own. My walls were a light baby blue and every open space was covered in something, be it drawings, nerdy posters of anime, comics, and TV shows like Sherlock and Dr. Who, odd things that I just wanted to keep (like every Oyster Card I've ever owned), and post cards from my parents from their travels to all corners of the globe. They liked to travel now that I was gone from the house and going to University in London. Being a small-town Irish boy, I was a bit out of place, but at least my rent was reasonable and I had a good view into the High-Security Prison full of serial killers and rapists. Yay!

I normally sat on my silky, dark-blue-and-anime-sheet-covered bed that was tucked into the corner of my room, and the rest of it was just dotted with odds and inns like my desk with my IMac computer (the big ones), adorned with nerdy little toys and Beanie Babies that I've hoarded since childhood. A spinning leather black chair was tucked under it, and on the other side of the room was my big bay window (also adorned with toys) surrounded by fairy lights. Under that was all of my University bags, full of scripts and such from my Drama classes. Yes, my major was Drama, so what?! Along with the normal bags was a medium-sized, bright red backpack for my trip across the globe to Los Angeles, I only needed one. Mum and Dad would be so proud.

The actual video wasn't that hard to edit, surprisingly. I guess working in the kitchen was easier than in the bedroom, as I said most of my lines right the first time. After the large video was edited and uploaded under the name 'How To Become a Wizard Barmaid', I stand and rub my electric green eyes from under my thickly-rimmed glasses before continuing my packing from earlier this morning. All I had left was to pack up all of my camera equipment, which wouldn't take long, and then I could sleep. It's about time! It seemed like my brain decided that for all of this week I would be Batman, never getting any sleep and obsessing over one thing. Though instead of saving Gotham, it was Vid Con. What was I going to say? What if I failed? Who would be there with me? What if they thought I was stupid and left? What if I tried to take a picture with a fan and accidentally insulted them? What if? What if? WHAT IF?-

"NO! I'm not going there! I'm just going to pack up my crap and go to bed! Stop it, Luke, you know that you'll be fine and nothing'll go wrong! Quit your whining and finish packing!" the logical part of my brain yelled, forcing my thin arms into action, gathering up all of my chargers for all of my various devices and stuffing them into the pocket of my camera bag/book bag/suitcase. It seemed that in my worried rant and argue with myself, my arms had already packed all of my camera things and laptop. So, like a genius, I just kind of stood there and stared around my room as if I was going to India tomorrow, never to return, and I didn't want to forget everything on my long journey. Sighing, I shook my head and quickly stripped off my jeans and T-Shirt, changing into my TARDIS pajama pants, Joker T-shirt, and slipped in my retainer. Yep, I'm cool...

It seemed as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out, my IPod timer thankfully set so as to not be late for my flight. My dreams were filled with Vid Con's and, for some strange reason, The Tenth Doctor stealing all of my banana's in exchange for monopoly money. That's it, no more cheese before bed!

So how was it? I hope it wasn't crap, because I tried really hard to make it non-crappy. R&R. Also, for all future chapters as well as this one:

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the YouTubers here or anything else here except for Luke. So there, you happy?!