A/N: So it's finally here! I assumed since this is a Danisnotonfire Fic, that you would want some Dan and Phil action, yes? Well here you go. A chapter to introduce the two guys we know and love. Dan and Phil! OH,And for some reason, a lot of the text is italicized. I don't know why this is, but I can't seem to change it. Please keep this in mind and I will do my best to fix it in the meantime.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Dan or Phil.

And Then I Met You and Everything Changed

Chapter Two-Dan:

"Phil, for the last time, we're not getting a Hamster!" I said, watching my Flatmate (And best friend) Phil, browse through Google, looking at pictures of those creepy Rodents he once bred when he was younger.

"Come on, Dan, please? They're not as bad as you think. I had multiple Hamsters at a time and they never caused trouble,-"

"No."

He sighed, and closed the lap top, taking a drink of water.

I walked over to him, and patted his shoulder. "Taking care of you is hard enough. We don't need animals here, and besides, we have Skyrim." I said, smiling.

Phil cocked an eye brow, getting up from the kitchen table. "And that has something to do with me wanting a Hamster, How?" He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tenor-toned voice.

I turned toward the flat screen, a grin breaking through on my lips. "Nothing." I sneered. "I just want to play Skyrim. Come on!"

He rolled his eyes, and while I ran towards the television, he made his way forward in no hurry.

Turning on the xBox, we waited for the game to turn on. When it finally did, we loaded our game, and picked up where we left off the night before.

It was thirty minutes into the game, and we showed no signs of getting bored. But I could sense uneasiness from Phil.

I concentrated on the game, while I could tell Phil was in his 'Own Little World' as I liked to call it. He turned towards me, hesitantly, blinking multiple times before opening his mouth to speak.

"You know… a Hamster isn't the only thing I think you should have." He said quietly.

I kept my eyes focused on the game, glancing at Phil only when it went to a loading screen. "What do you mean?"

He cleared his throat, as he was nervous to continue the conversation. " I mean, I think you should have someone… err… else, in your life."

I gave a questionable look, though my eyes remained glued to the screen. "By 'Someone else' in my life, I'm assuming you mean a girl, right?" I asked, understanding, now, the meaning behind his hesitation.

" …Dan. I can see that you're becoming more and more unhappy by the day. You think that I don't see the emptiness. But I do. Yes, you're content and happy most of the time, but let's face it. We're only young once! Wasting the hours away playing video games, isn't helping the situation…" He paused.

"Phil, I told you, I don't need a girl in my life now, or in the near future. I'm happy where I'm at. I'm happy. That's enough, Phil." I said, keeping a blank stare on my face. My eyes were not on the game now.

Lies, Dan. You're lying. My conscience told me.

Phil sighed in frustration. "No, you're not! What happened with you and Miranda was four years ago. You're twenty one years old! Dan, I know what she did to you but that doesn't mean there isn't anyone out there for-"

Disheartened, Angry, frustrated, and confused, I threw the controller down, jumping up from the floor.

"Phil , that's enough! Why can't you just drop it and stay out of that part of my life? I don't need a relationship to make me happy. Got that?" I snapped.

In that moment, the memories came flooding back. By then my eyes were clouded around the edges, on the verge of glazing over with tears. I swallowed harshly, and turned around, heading to my room and leaving a wide eyed Phil behind.

I shut the door a little louder than I should have, but I didn't care. I paced my room a few times, then came to a stop at the mirror. I stared into the reflection before me. I continued to look into the eyes of this person, and found myself asking, "This isn't me. It can't be who I am."

I turned away from the glass. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sat down, predominantly lost in thought and question. I gazed out of the window, watching the moon descend a translucent glow along the black skies. I lay there for a while, steering my mind away from the memories of my past relationship. Phil knew of it. He knew the story. But he wasn't there. He would never feel the pain. All of the hurt, and all of the confusion…that I felt. Who was he to try and get into the depths of one of the most heart-wrenching things that had happened to me? It wasn't any of his business.

"But he's my best friend." I whispered in the darkness of my room. I turned my head towards the door, and then slowly sat up.

Before my fingers reached out towards the silver knob on the door, I turned to the computer, biting down on my bottom lip. I contemplated getting on it. Writing on my blog was my stress reliever. I could relieve myself of the pain through the things that I wrote, and it was often my salvation, like it was at that moment. I sat down at my desk and pulled up my blog.

I thought for a moment, closing my eyes, sighing deeply. I opened them, and then began to type.

"Worries do not take away tomorrow's troubles. It takes away today's peace. But do remember, my darling, that On the other side of fear, lies a vast ocean of freedom, in which holds the key to the boundless spirit sleeping within you, keeping you from being the person you'd love to be. But what if those spirits were behind it all? What if they were the very ones keeping you in the clutches of your pain?"

And then I hit post.

It didn't take long before I knew that the comments would come crashing in. I sat and waited for a while, pacing my room once more, mostly thinking about what I should say to Phil. If I were to say anything at all.

As time passed, I decided to check my post once more. Sitting down at the computer for the second time, I scrolled through the comments. Most of them were things like "omg dan ur so cute!" Or,

"Dan tht was goo righter?" and let's not forget, "Gayyyyyyy."

Right before I closed my laptop, something caught my eye. A post, placed under the comment section of my own. It was a post that made good sense. It was beautifully written. So beautiful that chills ran down my spine.

Comment from L : If worries take away today's peace, only fear displays amongst our selfish minds. For what our souls desire is neither peace, nor fear - but hope. Hope that perhaps fate will hand you that key to guide you to that ocean of freedom which stands beyond our wildest wonders. For not everyone stands by those who receive...but by those who are shunned by those boundless spirits you speak of.

I stared at the text, blinking only every now and then. I re-read it several times, still unable to comprehend the exquisite beauty a simple post on a blog could have. I jolted back into consciousness as I heard knocking on the door.

"Dan?" Phil asked softly. "We need to talk."

I turned towards the door, then back at the computer. Quickly, I re-posted the comment to my account with frantic fingers typing away at the keyboard. I shot up from the chair and walked to the door. This anonymous person had given me the courage to talk to Phil.

"I have to find this girl. I have to."

And with that, I took a deep intake of oxygen, and opened the door.