Dan's POV

I watched Chrissa basically skip down the hall. "Did she...?"

Phil was also staring at the now empty hallway, "She did."

"Phil! What does this mean?! She just booped my nose!" I exclaimed.

"Yea, I know, she messed up my hair too." Phil moped as he fixed his fringe.

"Phil. Phil look at me," he looked over at me still slightly distraught about his hair, "She. Booped. My. Nose." I said making giant arm movements.

"Annnnnd? What does that mean?" Phil asked taking a bite of pancake, "These are really good."

"Phil, focus, what does a nose boop mean?"

"Dan, I don't know. How would I know? I just asked you." He took a sip of coffee, "Maybe she's showing you that she's comfortable with you after…what happened." He looked at me then down at his plate.

"Phil what are you-eeeeeyy." Then I remembered, how could I forget. "I kissed her." Phil nodded his head as he got up and put his plate in the sink. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Phil, why am I such a colossal idiot?"

He patted me on the back, "Love makes people do stupid things." Phil made himself a second cup of coffee. "Do you want more?"

"I can't help it, she's just so different." I handed him my coffee cup, "Thanks. I know it's cliché to say that she's different but she is. Like the way she dresses. She dresses the way she wants. Other peoples' opinions and judgement don't phase her. She just wears what needs to be happy. And she doesn't fit into a category. She doesn't conform to one of the many labels that people are obsessed with." I sighed, "She's her own person and she doesn't seem to care what people think about her. I don't know how to explain her. She's just Chrissa." Phil handed me my coffee mug and I took a sip, "And she's so sweet and nice and, oh my god, she's so beautiful. AI never feel that way with her. She's so approachable to. Like she just has this caring vibe about her. She's like a magnet. I just always want to hold her hand or hug her or be in contact her in any way possible. She just has this presence about her that is comfortable. I'm comfortable with her but I'm also extremely nervous around her because I don't want to ruin anything. She just-"

"Dan you are so in love. Just be careful with her." He said, finishing up his coffee.

I frowned, "Phil, she's not made out of glass, she won't break that easily."

"No, that's not what I meant." He sighed as he tried to collect his thoughts, "Just don't Dan this up, I actually like her living here." He smiled, "And you two make a really aesthetically pleasing couple."

I smiled back, "Thank you- wait, did you use my name as a verb? Wait! Did you just you my name as a synonym for 'don't fuck this up?"

"Well, I have to go film a video." Phil said as he retreated to his room.

"I mean, you're not wrong!" I called after him. I sat there and finished my second cup of coffee. "Maybe I should film today." I stopped for a minute. "Later." I made myself another cup of coffee. "I'm probably going to regret consuming this much caffeine. Whatever"

"Hey," Chrissa appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hey, Chrissa, what's up?" I greeted her and took a sip.

She smirked, "Is your name [Dan]?" She made a finger motion that matched the one in my first video.

My eyes widened and I almost spit out my coffee. "What? How? Why? Phil!"

"Oh! No no no, this wasn't Phil. I decided that I wanted to see what you do for a living." She blushed and started to anxiously play with her hair.

Even though I felt like cringing to death, I have to admit, that's adorable. I smiled, "I'm cringing on the inside."

"You're cringing on the outside." She pointed out.

"Then just imagine how much I'm cringing on the inside." I chuckled nervously. She laughed too. "You're not going to violently fan girl over me now, are you?" I smirked sarcastically.

She matched my smirk, "Nah, but Phil, maybe. I'm just kidding." She couldn't even get through being sarcastic about liking Phil in a romantic way. "Phil's like an older brother, that would be weird." I don't know why I felt uncomfortable when she said that. Maybe because she told me about her actual brother. And that she could call Phil a brotherly figure with such ease. "Dan," She waved her hand in front of my face. "You kinda spaced out for a second."

I don't know what sadist cupid spirit possessed me but, I grabbed her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. She blushed but she didn't pull her hand away. "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head, "But," I felt my heart drop. This is where she tells me that she's moving home or that she's actually in love with Ben or something. "I think we need to talk." I think she saw the sheer panic in my eyes, "Oh, no, Dan. It's nothing bad. I swear, I just think we need to talk." I nodded my head. Still holding my hand, she genteelly pulled me to the lounge. "And don't worry, I'm not moving home and I'm not in love with Ben." I sighed in relief and I heard her laugh nervously. We sat down on the couch, with our hands still locked together, in silence.

Chrissa's POV

I sat there on the couch holding Dan's hand, trying to figure out what I wanted to say. "Dan," He looked up at me, his big brown eyes boring into my soul. I looked down at my hand that wasn't connected to his. I took a deep breath, "Dan, I like you. I like you a lot actually." I felt the blush rush to my face. I looked up at him.

"Chrissa-"

"Dan, please just listen, okay?" I spoke in a timid yet oddly assertive manner and he just nodded his head. "Last night was really overwhelming." I looked down again, "If you had kissed me any other day, at any other time, I would have been ecstatic. I was just so anxious that that's the only thing I could feel. I don't really know how to properly articulate it. It was just bad timing." I started to pick at the hem of my shirt, "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. Because I do like you." I looked up and smiled at him when I said this. I pause to take a deep breath and steady my heartbeat. I'm not used to confronting people like this. "I know I told you about my brother last night too," He nodded his head awkwardly. "I didn't want you to find out that way. But you can ask me questions and stuff if you want." He squeezed my hand reassuringly and focused his vision on my hand that was pulling at the threads of my shirt. "Dan?"

His head shot up to look me in the eye, "Yes!" I smiled and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

When I pulled away, his eyes were wide and his face was bright red. He removed his hand from mine. Oh god. Oh god, I've been getting the wrong messages. Or he doesn't like me because of last night. Because I have so much baggage. Oh god what did I just do?! It's going to be so awkward-

I was ripped from my panicked thoughts by Dan grabbing my face and gently kissing me. This time, I felt my heart pound against my rib cage out of happiness. My eyes fluttered closed and I grabbed the fabric of his shirt by his sides. His lips were slightly chapped but soft at the same time. I let him lead since I had never really kissed anyone before. That being said, I didn't know how to kiss and breath at the same time. I pulled away, breathless and looked at Dan. He smiled at me and in response I blushed a deep shade of red. "I'm new at this. Guys have never been interested in me before, I know it's really lame that I'm twenty years old and still-" he cut off my rant by kissing me again.

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to practice." He said with a wink. I didn't think it was humanly possible to blush as much as I was blushing at that exact moment. He kissed my cheek and looked at my face. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait, this does mean that you want to be my girlfriend, right?"

For such an intelligent man, he could be really dim. "No, Dan, I just kissed you and confessed that I have feelings for you because I never want to see you again. Surprise, I lied, I'm moving back to America." I deadpanned sarcastically, then a smile crawled across my face, "Yes I want to be your girlfriend."

"You're so cute when you're sarcastic." Dan teased as he pulled me closer to him. I smiled and cuddled closer to him.

"YES! MY SHIP IS FINALLY CANON!" We heard Phil yell from the hallway, making both of us jump.

"Phil, I thought you were filming!" Dan called to his eavesdropping best friend.

"I lied!" He peaked his head around the corner. "But I am going to be filming for real now."

I laughed, "I didn't know that Phil was even capable of lying."

"It was for a good cause." Dan said as he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips. I smiled and snuggled closer to him.

Phil peered around the corner again took a picture of us, "It's for your wedding album!" He chirped then evaded to his room.

I blushed and heard Dan grumble something about Phil being the creepy one now. I looked up at him and I quickly, and shyly, kissed the corner of his mouth. He smiled back at me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and took a hold of my hand. We just sat there, hand in hand, curled up together, in comfortable silence for a minute until Dan spoke up again. "I would love for you to stay here all day with me but, don't you have to go to work?"

My eyes widened and I jumped out of Dan's embrace, "Shit! I have work! I have a job!" he laughed as I jumped off the couch and rushed to my room to put real clothes on. I quickly threw on a green polo and khaki pants. (Great uniform, aye.) I grabbed my phone, bag and keys and ran out. I crossed through the lounge, "Bye, Dan, see you later!" I waved and bolted for the copious amount of stairs.

Right before I headed down the stairs, I heard Dan call me back over, "Dan, I'm going to be late." I said frantically walking back to where he was sitting.

He chuckled, "You might need shoes." He pointed to my feet that were only encased in pink and green socks.

"Crap!" I ran back down the hallway and grabbed the first pair of shoes that were sitting outside of my room. I slipped them on and went passed through the lounge again. And again Dan called me back. "Dan, I'm going to be la-" he handed me my bag. I sighed, "Thank you."

I turned to finally leave but Dan grabbed my arm. He turned me around and kissed my cheek. I blushed, "Thank you." Then I turned and hurried down the stairs.

When I finally got to the shop, I burst through the door and ran to the counter. My boss (the owner of the store) stood there with a shocked expression on her face. "Monique, I am so sorry. I know I'm late, I over slept. Please don't fire me!"

"Chrissa," she laughed, "I would never fire you! You are my best sales girl. Heck! You even sold the wilted plants that Mabel forgot to water." She put up one finger signalling for me to hold on a minute. She pulled out a pen and a sticky note, "Fire, Mabel." She spoke as she wrote. She looked up at me and put her pen down. "She's a really sweet girl, she's just not good with plants. At all."

I laughed, "So, you're not firing me?" I asked hopefully.

"No! Of course not! I just wasn't expecting you to come in today." I gave her a confused looked. "Well, your friend, Ben he said his name was, called this morning and said that you were violently ill and would be out of work for a couple days."

It was my turn to be surprised, "Ben…Ben called and said that?"

She nodded her head, "You have some good friends." She pulled out my apron from behind the counter and thrusted it in my direction. When I went to grab it, she pulled it back, "You aren't still sick are you? Because I don't want to get sick."

I laughed, "Unless you count sarcasm as a violent illness."

She handed me my apron, "Well, I wouldn't mind catching some of your sass, girl. You feisty." She laughed as she rounded the corner and patted me on the shoulder.

I tied the green strings around my waist. It's weird that we have to wear them. We just hold like gloves and seeds and other weird things in there. There's not much use for them but Monique says they look cute so, it's whatever.

"Chrissa," Monique turned around to talk to me, "I'm going to visit Lisa. Hold down the fort. I'll be back in no more than an hour."

I nodded my head, "Say hi to Lisa for me okay!" Lisa is Monique's girlfriend. They're such an adorable couple!

"Of course, baby!" She waved goodbye and left the little plant shop.

I went on to do my usual plant business; water, inventory, be nice to the customers no matter how pretentious. And at one point, business was a bit dead so I started a nice little conversation with a very healthy cactus. And in the middle of me explaining my relationship Dan when Monique burst through the door with so much force, the bell fell off.

"Chrissa! Chrissa!" she gasped out as she rested her hand on the counter and tried to catch her breath.

"Monique, what's wrong?" I questioned, obviously frantic.

She held up a finger indicating that she still needed a minute to catch her breath. Meanwhile, my nerves where destroying me. "Okay," Monique straightened her posture and I prepared to be told that the Queen was assigned or that World War III was beginning. "Chrissa, our website was hacked."

I sighed in relief and mumbled, "Long live the Queen." Completely sincerely. She's a really nice lady. I turned my attention back to Monique, "wait, we have a website?"

"Oh right, I just remembered that you are still getting used to the 21st century." she joked and poked me in the ribs, causing me to flinch.

"Ha ha." I uttered sarcastically.

"Anyway, Lisa told me that she went to go check on the site to see what people were buying and to creep on reviews and stuff," Lisa helps with the advertising and accounting for the store, "and when she got to the website, it was selling these weird little erotic alien figurines."

I furrowed my brow, "Lisa type in the website correctly?"

She nodded her head, "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"One-hundred percent positive."

I tapped on my chin, trying to think back to one of Kenzi's rants about fashion school and how they had to do something with websites and buy them or something, "Did you renew the domain?"

"Yes, Lisa and I sit down and pay everything once a month." She sighed.

Then I had a lightbulb moment, "Monique, my flat mates are really good with computers and actually have their own website. I could ask them about it."

Her eyes lit up and she yanked me into a very tight hug, "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" she squealed then released me. "Are they home now?"

I shrugged, "I mean, probab-"

"You can take the rest of the day off. Just go talk to them please."

I nodded my head and untied my apron. "Of course."

"You are an absolute life saver!" she exclaimed and pulled me into a less bone crushing hug. "Now go!"

I smiled and waved. I walked over to where to bell from the door had landed, "Do you want me to fix the bell before I go?"

"Oh. No, hun, it's fine. You're too short. I'll get Cliff to fix it later when he comes in for his shift."

I glared at her, "I'm not short. I'm five foot five, I'm average." I sighed.

She smiled, "okay, sweetie, whatever you say."

"I'm not short." I mumbled as I left.

I decided to walk through the streets a bit, see some other shops. None of them really interested me. I'm not a big clothing shopper. I like shoes. Shoes are cool. Anyway, I was about to head over the tube when I saw this little store. It was different from all the others. It looked like the love child of old London and a sci fi movie. It was intriguing and my curiosity got the best of me. So I decided to pay it a visit. When I walked through the door, I was greeted by books. Shelves and shelves packed with beautiful books. Old books, new books, used books. It was amazing. It kind of reminded me of my library at home. It felt homey.

I wandered the shop a bit before I was startle by someone greeting me, "Hello there." I spun around to see a girl about my age standing in front of me.

"Hi." I responded awkwardly.

She laughed, "I'm Jade. I'm the owner of the fine establishment."

"Oh, hi, I'm Chrissa. I live in this city." I mentally face palmed. Meeting people is not my strong suit.

She laughed, "You're a funny one." I had just noticed that she had more of a Scottish accent. I could be wrong, "I have a feeling we are going to be good friends."

I smiled. I've known this chick for point two seconds and she's already deciding that we're going to be friends. I mean I don't have a problem with it. But for all she knows, I'm some murder that is looking for a book about good places to hide your victims or something.

She cracked another smile, "So do you like books?"

At that moment, something just switched within me. I started rambling about how I love books and I have so many and that I couldn't bring them all here. I realised how much I was talking and I quickly stopped and muttered an apology.

"Don't worry." She laughed and gave me a friendly smile. "I love seeing someone who is as passionate about books as myself."

"I would hope that you're passionate about books. You know, considering you own a bookstore." I laughed.

I started to relax more when she started laughing too, "You're so funny!"

"Thank you. I just say the things that pop into my head and pray that it's not offensive." I smiled. This is genuinely what happens.

"Do you want some tea? It's a slow day, we could sit and talk. If you want."

I smiled, "Yeah, okay. That sounds good." She motioned me into a parlour like part of the store. She brought out tea and biscuits and we sat in these antique looking chairs that where surprisingly very comfortable. I found out that she's an actress. She's acted in all the big theatres around the world. Broadway, Sydney Opera House, you name it, she's acted there. She's a really interesting individual. I told her that I'm a writer but haven't gotten anything published yet. And she actually said that if I have anything that's ready that she has connections in a lot of publishing companies. She's just a really cool person. She was right, we are going to be good friends.

After three cups of tea, two trips to the bathroom and countless shared stories, I realised how late it was. I also realised that I had to ask Dan or Phil how to fix this website. "Crap! I have to go. I completely forgot that I need to discuss something with my flatmates before they fall down the endless hole of Tumblr."

Jade just laughed, "Okay, good luck with that. Tumblr is addicting." She smiled, "You have my number, we should hang out some more. Or just swing by the shop."

"I definitely will," I gave a small embarrassed smile, "And maybe next time I'll actually buy something."

"Eh, it's fine." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I made a friend. That's worth much more than £10 for an old copy of Charlotte's Web." She gave me a quick hug and sent me on my way.

When I walked outside, I realised how cold it was. I also realised that I didn't have a coat. Stupid forgetfulness. I got home as quickly as possible. My hands where so cold that I think I dropped my keys four times trying to unlock the door. "I really need to get a car." I mumbled then finally got the stupid key in the stupid key hole. I ran up the stairs and dropped my bag on the dining room table. When I entered the lounge, I saw that Dan was in his browsing position. "Have you even moved since I left?" I asked, making him jump a little.

"Does getting up to plug my computer in count?" he asked sheepishly.

I laughed and slipped my shoes off, "Not really, but if it helps you sleep at night." I was still really cold from walking home in a t-shirt in the almost winter weather, so I sat on the couch and curled up to Dan, stealing his body heat.

He instinctively draped his arm around my shoulders. His warm fingers brushed against my still frigid arm, causing a chill to run down my spine. "Woah," he gasped, getting my attention, "You're really cold. Did you not wear a coat?"

I shrugged a little, "I was in a rush before work and I guess I forgot to grab it." I looked up at him, "but I'm okay. You're really warm." I saw blush crawl across his face. There was a small gap of silence before I remembered the website problema. "Dan?"

He looked down at me again, "Yea?"

"You're good with computers, right?" I smirked.

He chuckled in response, "Yes, I believe so."

"Okay," I abruptly moved so I was sitting on my knees, facing him. "So there's an issue with the shop's website, you think you can fix it?"

"Probably, just give me the url." I wound up typing it in and once I hit enter, we were greeted with a screen full of erotic aliens. Not really something I want to see. "and are you sure this isn't the website for the shop?" I glared at him, "Okay, okay. I'll fix it."

"Thank you." I said and rested my head on his shoulder. I watched as his fingers swiftly moved over the keys.

I sunk deeper into the couch and snuggled closer to him. I snaked my hand under his arm and rested it on his stomach. I yawned and nuzzled my face into his shoulder. He chuckled and I looked up at him, "Tired, love?" I blushed and nodded my head. "Well, the website is fixed. It was just a- I won't bore you with the details."

I felt my eyes droop, "Okay." I smiled then ducted my head under his arm. He closed his laptop and put it on the table beside the couch before pulling me closer to his body. He's so warm. I felt myself nodding off, when I felt Dan tense up. My eyes shot open. "What's wrong? Where's the spider? What insect to I need to kill?"

He laughed, "I hate that that's your first thought." he looked at me and grabbed my hand from where it was, under his shirt. "Your hands are cold."

I blushed. I think you could actually mistake me for a tomato. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I didn't know. I-I-I…I'm sorry."

He laughed nervously, "No, it's fine, I think it's just something you do in your sleep." I gave him a confused look. "It's okay." He kissed me on the forehead, "Don't worry about it." Normally, I would have protested until he told me, but I was just too tired. I didn't even realise how tired I was until I was cuddled up next to Dan. I just get this safe feeling when I'm with him, like I belong.

I yawned once more before deciding it was time to turn in. I pulled myself from Dan's warm embrace and dragged myself off the couch, "I'm going to head to bed." I leaned down and hesitantly pecked him on the lips. "Goodnight." My face was so hot, I felt how red I was. I'm new to this whole relationship thing. I don't know what I'm doing. No guy has ever been interested in me, ever. So, I'm just going off of what I've seen in Rom-Coms.

I changed into my pyjamas and plopped down into my bed. A cold feeling washed over me. I piled on a few more blankets. This made me too hot. So I kicked off all of my blankets and stared up at my ceiling. "I think I love him." My eyes widened as those words left my lips, "I literally started dating him today. I can't know that I love him. I mean love is strong word." I started to pick at the nail polish on my fingers. "I mean; how would I even know. Dan is my first boyfriend. I don't know what I'm doing. We'll probably break up-" I shot up from where I was laying down, "If we break up, I'll have to move out." I took a deep breath, "Chrissa, what the hell are you doing? This man likes you and wants to be with you. Stop overthinking. Chill the fuck out and just roll with the punches. Everything will be okay." I told myself as I got up and turned my galaxy light on. It always soothes me when I'm stressed.

I crawled back into bed and finally got comfortable. Eventually, watching the projected stars float around my room lulled me to sleep.

Hello there! Thank you so much for reading (and continuing to read!) I am so sorry that I have the posting frequency of Dan! I also am very sorry that the flat in the story doesn't match up to their actual flat. I'm not too good with blue prints and floor plans and maps. (I failed geography…) But anyway… I hope you like the story and I hope you continue to read! Review if you want! It always makes me feel good to read what y'all think. Until next time!