"Are you sure you'll be okay, peej?" Dan asked, dragging out the last of the suitcases. Phil appeared from behind him, wheeling a smal trolley out.

"I'll be fine, guys," PJ replied, catching the keys as Phil threw them to him, "Will you both be vlogging?"Dan looked at Phil and smiled.

"Probably, but we'll email you if we do!" Phil beamed. This was Dan and Phil's first holiday as a 'couple'. They had saved up all the money from their YouTube profits, and over the time span of six months, they had saved up enough money to go abroad. After long decisions and a few arguments, they had both decided on France. They were going to visit Disneyland Paris, and hopefully meet up with Alex Day and Carrie Fletcher.

"I'm going to go and see Chris later, to keep myself busy." PJ said, fiddling with the keys to Dan ad Phil's flat. Dan nodded and put a hand on PJ's shoulder.

"Tell him I said hello..." Dan smiled sadly, patting PJ before returning to the large suitcase he had hauled from inside, "What on Earth have you got in here, Phil?!" Phil laughed at Dan, nudging him so that he almost fell over.
"Stuff!" Phil answered, "But half of it is yours, so… stuff!" Dan giggled at Phil's choice of vocabulary. Phil picked up his own suitcase and stepped in front of Dan. "Come on then, we better get going!"

Dan nodded and kissed PJ on the cheek. "Bye PJ! Don't miss us too much!" PJ blushed, touching his cheek where Dan had kissed him. Phil looked back for a moment, then made his way down the stairs.

"Bye PJ." He said bluntly, going down the stairs.

"See you in two weeks." PJ called, looking back at Dan. PJ was confused. Dan nodded awkwardly, quickly spun around and shouted to Phil.

"Don't you want to take the lift?" Dan shouted, hearing Phil stop walking down the stairs. Phil sighed loudly and stormed back up the stairs, turning the corner to stand outside of the lift. Dan followed behind him, waving a hand back to PJ. PJ waved loosely back at Dan, still unable to comprehend what had happened. Taking a deep breath, he clutched the keys and walked into the flat, locking the door behind him. Back at the lift, Dan and Phil were waiting impatiently for the lift to come down from the very top floor.

"Phil, what's wrong with you?" Dan asked, "You seemed upset." There was silence. "Phil?" He did not reply. Phil faced the lift doors until the lift finally reached their floor.

"Nothing." Phil concluded, stepping inside of the lift. Dan rushed in front of him and got in the lift first, pressing every single floor before the last one.

"You will tell me." Dan said, smirking. Phil looked at him and disbelief and sighed, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, it was nothing important. On the other hand, however, why did you press all of the buttons?" Phil spoke monotonously.

"Geez, sorry for having fun…" Dan pouted as the lift reached the first floor of many.

"Fun?" Phil laughed coldly, "We're going to miss the plane at this rate! Bet you didn't think about that before pressing all of those buttons!" Dan looked down at the floor, then back up at Phil with huge puppy dog eyes. "No, Dan. You never think. You just... do."

"Well, I'm sorry for not being as perfect as some people…" Dan trailed off, fixing his hair in the mirrored sides.

"Do you think I'm trying to be funny?" Phil said sternly, glaring at the back of Dan's head.

"Do you think I am?" Dan said, turning around to face Phil. Phil frowned as Dan towered over him – he hated that he was older than Dan, but Dan was still taller than him.

"Well maybe I do!" Phil shouted. Suddenly the lift jolted and stopped moving, causing Dan to hit his head on the wall of the lift. The light flickered and then died out. The lift was pitch black and silent.

"…Ow!" Dan exclaimed after a while, holding his head. Phil let go of the trolley and listened to it thump on the floor.

"Great. Just great." Phil mumbled.

"This is entirely your fault!" Dan said, dropping his suitcase on the floor, "If you hadn't of shouted we would probably be at our floor by now!"

"Entirely my fault? Dan, you were the one who wanted to use the lift in the first place!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know you would break it?!"

"I didn't break it! It broke by itself!"

"Liar!" Dan shouted, pushing Phil into the sideof the lift.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Phil shouted back, rubbing the side of his head.

"There's no need to fucking swear, is there?!"

"Hypocrite!"

"Liar!"

Silence.

"There's not even a fucking 'help' button." Phil murmured.

"It's still your fault." Dan replied.