Hiya! I haven't wrote two chapters in two days for two reasons (too many two's!) : The laptop's equivalent of Word broke and I couldn't type, even if I wanted to! So please don't kill me... And the second reason is I'm super-busy. But not today! So, I'm going to type sonic-fast to make up for it. I'm so sorry to all of you who typed 'PLEASE' 1,181 times, (you know who you are!). I'm just going to... Type now. Because... I feel so guilty for not updating. So... Typing skills... ACTIVATE!

Josie's POV

This could work, I suppose. If Amy is nice and unselfish enough to go to Phil and tell him I exist, then it could just... work, couldn't it? I'm not saying that we have to date, because why would Dan or Phil want to date either of us? And we'd have the ugliest ship names. 'Damy' and 'Phosie.' BLEUGH. Or maybe if we swapped it'd be 'Phamy' and 'Dosie.' Eh, it still sounds ugly.

I just lie on my bed for a while like I did before Amy arrived, making bed-angels. I swoosh my arms across the soft duvet, my legs brushing up and down. After my skin starts to become red and sore I just let my muscles relax until I feel myself merging in with the mattress. Oh, God... I'm just letting myself go. It's 4:15, apparently, well, that's what my clock says. It's too late to go back to college. It's not too late to go wandering round London, but it's a bit too big and scary to go on my own. But who cares, right?

I jump up, suddenly energetic, and God knows why. I leap to the door and swing my coat on. I barely ever wear coats but today it just seemed right. I open the door and run down the stairs, coming close to my death or maybe a concussion if I'm lucky a few times, before falling at the very last step. I have a really high pain tolerance so I barely feel a thing, but my arm is a but numb, to say the least. I quickly pick myself up and get outside. It's so cold...

It's a good job I wore a coat – It's freezing. I pick up my speed, trying to raise my heartbeat to get me warm. I'm just as cold as ever though. When I breathe I can see my breath. It's not meant to be this cold, surely? I find a bench and sit down. I rub my hands together furiously as a red-headed girl plonks herself down next to me. She looks at me, decides I'm friendly, and says, 'Hi!' beaming me a smile with her perfect fake white teeth.

'Hi...' I reply back. I was never really good at conversations in person, never mind with strangers. I could feel my 13-year old self in my mind re-appearing after all these years, making me nervous as ever. The girl looks down, her smile fading. 'What's your name?' she asks, attempting to make conversation. She looks and sounds like a 6-year old beauty queen, honestly. '...Josie.'

'Oooh, cool, posh name! I'm Veronica.' Huh, I think. Sounds about right.

'Cool,' I sigh.

'So, know who Phillip Lester is?' This catches my attention. She might actually be cool. 'Who doesn't?' I say flatly.

'Hah, well, he's my cousin,' she smirks. Is this her way of making friends?

'Cool,' I say blankly. 'My cousin once got his entire foot stuck in his mouth and we had to drive him to hospital in case he choked on it. He lost a toe...' Let's see how she responds to that.

'...Nice story. Phil's never done anything that stupid.'

'Hah...' I reply pathetically. Damn it. I wanted her to be shocked. He didn't really lose a toe, only half a one.

'So, I take it your a Phillion?'

'Yeah.'

'Uh, that's so cute.' She's becoming nastier the more I find out about her.

'Excuse me?'

'I mean, a real fan doesn't call themselves a 'Phillion.' That's just pathetic.'

'Then what?' I'd actually quite like to know.

'Um... a fan. Or a phan. With a p and a h instead of an f.'

'So... You think Phan's real?' I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

'IT IS REAL!' she screams unexpectedly.

'Wow, there. I didn't think Phil's cousin,' I say, using sarcastic quotation marks, 'would be that upset that Phan existed.'

'...Shush.'

'So you aren't Phil's cousin and you're just so unbelievably jealous that you just pretend to be Phil's cousin?'

'No! I mean, I am Phil's cousin, I just haven't seen him in years.'

'...sure.'

Veronica gasps. 'You are so mean!'

'I know,' I say, before jumping up and walking away slyly. I am so happy with myself right now.

Amy's POV

It took me about half an hour to find something 5 minutes away. As I bolt up the stairs and knock on the door I'm lit-rall-ie (as Dan says it) gasping. I can hear murmured voices inside, debating who should answer it. Finally, I hear a squeak and footsteps and finally a key unlocking the door. Through the peephole I can faintly see Dan's face. Well, I could see his chocolate-brown eyes and rich chestnut hair from a mile away. As the door unlocks, he mustn't have looked to see who it was through the peephole, as his face lights up when he sees me. 'Amelia! Hi!' he says, bringing an automatic smile to my face. He instantly lets me inside and beckons me to take off my ankle-high red boots. I swerve past him, giving him room to shut the door. 'We were just talking about you!'

This makes my smile fade. What about me? The kiss? The movie? What?

'Ur, cool!' Dan takes my hand and leads me into the living room, where Phil's perched on the black leather couch. Dan drops my hand at the sight of his best friend. He spins round. 'Who is it – Oh! Hi! You're... Amy, right?'

I nod happily, surprised he knows my name. 'Phil,' I say, half-curtsying. Oh gosh, that's going to call for a cringe attack later. He laughs though, to my surprise, once again. 'Nice to finally meet you.'

'You too! Long time fan.'

'With a PH, or...'

'No, no, no. I'm an F-A-N.' I say, suddenly going all cheerleader, wafting my arms about into weird shapes. Cringe Attack Count: 2.

Phil smiles, almost blushing from embarrassment. Dan turns to me, and intertwines his fingers in mine. Wow, talk about subtle. 'I have an idea,' he says.

'What?' I reply. Phil turns round and rests his elbow on the back of the couch to listen.

'You, too, Phil.'

'What?' he whines, so impatient.

'Let's make a collab video!'

'Really? All three of us?'

'Yeah... Why not?'

'Okay, just don't mention my channel please.'

'Why? You'll get publicity!'

'Bad publicity. I'll get spam on every single video and I'll end up being forced off YouTube. You've seen what happens whenever a hot guy has a popular channel and a girl makes a brief appearance and they spam her so much she quits YouTube and deletes her channel. Happens all the time.'

'Did you just subtly call me hot?'

'...No...'

Dan bursts out laughing, and so does Phil. I stand there like a puppy being scolded, embarrassed and upset. Cringe Attack Count: 3.

Between breaths, Dan gasps, 'Okay... Fine. I'll let you be in the video but if the comments get out of control I'll disable them.'

'Sure?' I look up hopefully.

'Yeah!'

I hear someone shuffling and footsteps in the hallway. Adrian emerges from the hallway in tracksuit bottoms and an, 'I don't give a damn any more' t-shirt on. His eyes are red and swollen. Had he been... crying? I hope not. I free myself from Dan's grasp and walk over to Adrian, grabbing him by the t-shirt and dragging him into the nearest room I find, which just so happens to be the bathroom. He leans against the shower and I lean against the sink. 'What's wrong?' I ask, genuinely worried. 'Nothing,' he replies, faking a shocked look.

'You're the worst liar ever. I can sense I lie from miles away, I'm just not good at telling them.'

He smiles vaguely. Well, at least it was a smile. 'Seriously,' I say, letting my smile gradually drift away, 'Let me help you, whatever it is. It's my job.'

'No,' he refuses, 'Anybody but you can help me right now.'

This makes me confused as hell. 'Anybody but me? So Dan could help?'

'No, not you, not Dan, not Phil. I can't even help myself right now.'

I bravely take my hands in his. 'Adrian...' I say, tilting my head and giving him a look of pure sympathy. '...Please.'

He looks so unbelievably sad. He looks like he's going to cry again. He slides down the smooth glass shower and puts his head in between his knees. I hear his gentle sobs and I immediately sit down next to him. I put my arm round his shoulder and sit there for a full five minutes before he lifts his head. 'Sorry,' he says guiltily.

I felt like slapping him at that point there and then. It bugs me to hell and back when people do this. (A/N It really does!) 'Don't apologise for crying, it's not your fault, whatever it is.'

'But it is my fault, and I can't help it.'

'If you can't help it, then it's natural. And if it's natural, then other's must've been through it. And if other's must've been through it, then it's not your fault. And if it's not your fault-' He cuts me off unexpectedly. He lifts his head and kisses me. A proper, on-the-lips kiss. And surprisingly, I don't pull away. It carries on for, what, ten seconds, our lips merging into one, before I realise that we're in a bathroom, the cold floor is moist and we probably have huge wet stains on our arses. That won't be awkward to hide at all. I pull He stares at me, his huge brown eyes giving me the puppy-dog look. I slide up the shower, which is harder than it sounds. Adrian puts his head between his knees again, but doesn't dare cry. I leave him sitting on the tiles as I slide out of the door and shut it as quiet as possible, walking with regret plastered on my pale face towards Dan.

'...Should we start the video?' he says, not looking directly at me.

'Sure,' I say, my voice wobbling.

And we walk towards Dan's bedroom to start filming. But when we walk past the bathroom, I feel so guilty. I can't possibly film a funny collaboration video now. 'C...Can we just... Watch a few videos first...?' I suggest.

'Like who?' says Phil.

'iJustine... PewDiePie... Tobuscus... KickthePj, crabstickz... Anyone you watch...'

'I have to admit, I like watching GameTheory.'

'Me too!'

'Want to watch some pointless questions asked from gaming's top video games?'

'Yeah!' Phil looks a bit disappointed that we left him out in the decision, but he looks quite happy when Dan clicks on 'Game Exchange: Who is the best ninja in Gaming?' It's about twelve minutes long, and Phil becomes engrossed in it really easily. Dan and I slump back, as we had already watched it. Phil leans forward, trying to listen to Dan's laptop. Dan snickers, and then whispers to me, 'Give him five minutes before his nose is pressed up against my screen.'

I giggle as quietly as possible. 'I just needed a time-out. I just thought a quick, or not-so-quick video would just calm me down.'

'What's wrong with Adrian?'

'I don't know, he didn't tell me. He just started crying.'

'He was crying as soon as you left. He told me not to say.' Now this I was shocked at. 'W-why?'

'He said that nobody could help him, especially me.'

'Me too...'

And we stare towards the screen, I just drift away. I just need this time to relax right now. I just need to relax... But unfortunately, right now that is impossible.

Plot Twist! Thanks I'mprobablyjustprocrastinating for giving me that idea. Thanks for the 334 views people! I love you all! Unless you smell... JK! I love you even if you smell of dog poop and feathers. Okay, maybe not...

I'm so hungry but I've just eaten a full tub of this delicious vegetarian stuff called Tiffin. It's meant for my grandad because he can only have certain foods, but it was so nice... So I may have eaten the full tub and given him one... Oops. But I'll be uploading more regularly now, but these things take time, so please please (x1,181 times) be patient! :3