Hi again! I'm eating Cheerios... that was irrelevant. Anyway, so this is my second chapter! I've decided I'll write five chapters and if nobody likes them I'll just give up and cry many tears. Teehee! And can you guess if I am the ginger Amy or the fangirl-y Josie? Or both!? Anyway, bye, guys! Enjoy! And please review!

Josie's POV

I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Scrap that. I didn't even want to wake up this morning. Like, at all. I could've happily stayed under my warm cocoon of covers, browsing my many fandoms, scrolling through Tumblr, and having a YouTuber marathon like every day. Maybe eat a flapjack. Ooh, and some chocolate... Mmm... chocolate...

But no. I was woken by a terribly loud noise. The second least-favourite way I like being woken up by. (The first contains me, a bed, another person, and a jug of water.) But what's worse is that the noise wasn't just like a bang or a crash. It didn't just sound like Amy singing in the shower, sounding like a dying cat.

It sounded like a dying cat in pain. (trust me, there's a difference)

Thinking for a split second that she was in pain, I sprinted out of my bedroom, dashed through the hallway that connects our bedrooms and the bathroom, and take a sharp left turn into her room which is open, which it usually isn't. Even though I only ran a few meters, running is not my strong point and I rarely do it unless required, so I'm huffing and puffing by the time I'm standing on her dingy light-blue carpet. I guess the shock of the crisp cool air didn't help.

Amy was curled up on her lilac wicker chair that she was persistent about taking to London, even though she had to stick her legs and arms out at awkward angles just to fit in. She was staring at a screen, probably her phone, making really weird noises into a pillow my friend made her years ago. I tip-toed up to her, but since I'm not the most light-footed of people, I ended up making the floorboards creak and disturbed her from her ritual.

Don't get me wrong, Amy's weird, but I didn't think she was that weird. I had never seen her like that before, even when she was talking about a new Dan and Phil video or complaining that there needed to be an AmazingDan 3 in high school. She would get all flustered and fangirly, but she never actually screamed like I heard her do a minute or two before.

Amy looked up from the cushion, which springs back to its natural position instead of having a big nose-dint in it. She doesn't look embarrassed, shocked, upset, happy, cheerful, excited, or even mournful, just her mouth was very slightly open and she looks a bit flabbergasted that I walked in. She wasn't exactly silent, after all... The cringe-worthy tension of the quietness goes on for way too long, and I thought after about 20 seconds that she was actually looking beyond me at something behind me and she started to look a little crazy so I made the first move to speak, fiddling with my hands as I always had.

'Hi...' I said, looking at her wild morning hair and penguin pyjamas. She still looked thirteen, I swear. I would say I had bed-hair too, but having an afro... it just doesn't happen. She just sucked in her lips slightly and kept peering down at her lap, but not directly at her phone. Why wouldn't she speak? It's not like she couldn't talk because a minute before she was screaming! I made an awkward little sigh as I often did and said 'Are you okay?' just to check she wasn't completely brain-dead.

This, though, a question with a yes or no answer, she was keen to answer. 'Oh, yeah, I'm fine! In fact, no, I'm not fine.' She didn't exactly give me a lot of information to come to a decision on whether she was crazy or not so I decided to get into a conversation.

'Then... what are you if you aren't fine?' I asked, trying not to sound completely sympathetic or happy for her before I even know how she felt.

'AMAZING.' Her eyes dilated and she immediately looked high...

'...Um, why?'

'Josie.'

'What?' I asked, slightly confused and frustrated at the same time.

'Look at this.' She quickly scanned her phone.

'Look at what?' I pretended not to look at her phone, being the dumb person that I am, as that was obviously what she was showing me.

'Dan. Fucking. Howell.'

'Did he upload AmazingDan 3? After all that time?'

Her eyes twitched slightly before saying, 'No. Better.'

'Um...' My brain scanned all the options she gave me before I guessed again. Trying not to sound like a complete and utter idiot who only watches his videos, unlike Amy who stalks his Twitter to get clues if he lives near us, I try again. 'Did he reply to your tweet? Or use it in a video?' I gasped slightly, the fangirly feeling rushing to me.

To my surprise she repeated, 'Better.'

'Urmm... Did he favourite a tweet?'

'Josie, my tweets suck balls.'

I inwardly said 'true', but felt it was too harsh to say in front of her even though she explicitly just told me they were.

I was losing the world to live in this conversation, so I frustratedly said 'Can't you just tell me?'

She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, which made her answer clear.

'Ughh... Fine.'

She obviously couldn't hold it in and was fed up with my guessing skills, so she butted in, 'What's the best thing that can happen to you as a YouTuber?'

I did a mini-fangirly squeal at that as I knew what she was saying. 'Dan liked one of your videos?'

Amy rolled her eyes.

'Better. How many times can I tell you!?'

Then I understood. She shows me the screen, finally. And on it reads 'Danisnotonfire subscribed to PiggyCowChickenFarm.'

And I have never been more jealous.