You start enjoying yourself in the kitchen. Carrie is a fun, warm person who constantly smiles at you and cracks a joke here and there, and she makes you feel at home. You soon forget the nerves that are threatening to stop your heart, until-
"Carrie?"
You're busy emptying yet another bag of chips into a bowl when Dan Howell glides into the kitchen. "Oh. OH HEY. YOU. Y/N, right?"
You feel your eyes widen to about the size of the Atlantic ocean.
Maybe bigger.
"Yeah.. Hi." You smile weakly.
Dan casually reaches out to shake your hand. "I'm Dan," he smiles. "Big fan."
HOLY MOTHERE WIJGIGVNREFVJDSNCMSAK WAT.
"Same," you smile, shaking his hand.
He grins at you before going over to greet Carrie.
Okay, keep calm, you think to yourself. I'm just in Pete Bucknall's house. Standing in the same room as Carrie Hope Fletcher. And Dan Howell. With Luke Cutforth somewhere in this general vicinity. Perfectly fine. I can do this. Yes.
You feel a hand on your shoulder and look up to see Dan looking at you expectantly, with Carrie giving you an odd look from behind him.
"Oh god, sorry. Excuse me?"
"I asked if you're ready to bring the food to the people before they die of starvation and neglect."
He picks up two bowls and heads for the lounge. Carries does the same.
"You'll be okay," she smiles. "It gets better after the first.. hour or so."
"Terrific," you say sarcastically.
You pick up a bowl and a couple of glasses and follow her out.