Laika's POV:

My new flat was a reasonable size, with pale hardwoods floors, and white walls. I came to the conclusion that April hadn't been living there long, after finding that all but the living room and her room were void of furniture. And even so, April's room was bare. A white comforter, corresponding white pillows, white rug, and black curtains. No desk. No bedside table. No posters. Nothing. Just an empty white box.

"So how long have you been living here?" I asked, trying to fill the silence.

"About a year and a half now, I'd say." April replied almost excitedly.

"Tis lovely. Isn't it?" She asked, a grin rapidly spreading on her face.

"Quite." I murmured in agreement. Still not sure what to make of her eerily spartan room.

"Your room's just down the hall to the left. Diagonal from mine." She chimed, still smiling.

"One more thing before I go and unpack... Where's all of your stuff?" I inquired.

"Pardon?"

"You know, magazines, books, shoes, clothes..." I clarified.

"Oh! Yes, yes. They're all under my bed. I believe minimalism is the key to bringing out your inner joy. One doesn't need much to be happy... Now if you'd excuse me, I'd like to go and take a quick shower before bed. " She then tiptoed out of the room, in an almost giddy manner.

"Great. I'm living with an overly optimistic minimalist... She's sure going to love my poster collection." I thought to myself, as I dragged my duffle bag into the room where April had shoved my suitcase earlier.

Not too shabby. It was a nice size. I'd say about 17' by 20'. Bigger than my room back home for sure. There would be plenty of room for my full sized bed, desk, and bean bag chair. Not even counting the wall space I'd have for my posters...

My posters. They were from every movie, tv show, band, or YouTuber I'd ever liked. And they were the only things that I had left from my home in California. Besides clothes of course.

I snatched my duffel bag, and daftly maneuvered the old sticky zipper. I grabbed the first one I saw and prepared myself, tape in hand. I smirked as I unrolled my Kickthepj poster I had made myself when I was fifteen. The chibi drawing of Peej staring back at me with a permanent side smile, in his arms his famous Pikachu stuffed animal. I began to giggle as I uncovered my old Star Wars poster. It had been my favorite movie at the time.

I finally reached the last one. Feeling the tears I'd been repressing for so long well up in my eyes, I unrolled it. Danisnotonfire. Oh, Dan. Always there to cheer me up. The large pencil sketch that I'd copied off some google photo years ago, looked as new as ever. It hadn't smudged much in the past year since it had been forcibly put in storage. And my favorite part, Dan's eyes, still looked as crisp and smooth as they had been when I'd drawn them.

After about five hours of pinning and taping all my posters up, unpacking, and making my new room look somewhat livable, I decided to take a shower. I checked my watch just before I hopped in and realized it was already 2:30 A.M. "Holyyyyy..." I whispered to myself. I rushed in and out of the shower in less than five minutes, hoping not to wake Miss minimalism across the hall. And shuffled into my Paul Frank pjs before dozing off on top of my Green and Blue spotted covers. While I slept, I dreamt I had gone to VidCon and met the Fantastic Foursome...but everyone was wearing the same bland white clothes. (Which I now realize was probably due to my seeing April's room for the first time.

As I walked into the kitchen the next morning, I noticed a small pink note on the clean kitchen counter. It read "Dearest Laika, I've gone out to pick up some breakfast. Should be back at around 11:00. Help yourself to the fridge! 3 April" I shoved the note in the trash and looked at the white clock on the wall. It was nearly 10:30. I had thirty minutes. Naturally, I hobbled back to my room, sat at my desk, and opened my laptop. I then proceeded to log into YouTube, only to find that Dan had a new video up. "Summer in the City 2014" it was titled. After watching the video, I found out that Summer in the City was a YouTube meet up in London this coming summer! And he, Phil, Chris, and PJ were all going! I quickly scrambled my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm for the date.

I was actually going to meet the Fantastic Foursome. I guess my dream was literally coming true.