Dan's smile honestly kills me every time. I could stare at his smile all day long because it makes me smile. I want to press pause on the world for just a little in order for me to stand in awe at how perfect and stunning he truly is. Because until you have seen every shade of that grin, you have not known Dan Howell.

I've been there at six a.m. when he couldn't sleep but he still smiled, still kept that grin because I made a stupid immature joke that I knew he would love. Even with eyes that had seen better sleep, his cheeks and lips still held that strength and joy that I had come to know.

I've been there at six p.m. when he finally woke up, beaming next to you as he stretched his arms and let out a little yawn. All of those pearly whites all in perfect rows, dimples in his cheeks, the smile touching his eyes, radiating this childish elation.

I've been there at ten at night when Dan takes his lower lip between his teeth and turns it into a symphony of sexy right in front of your very eyes, modesty and lust in his eyes that have been caressed by his smile. He doesn't even know that he's turning my insides into mush by just looking at me, just showing me his teeth.

I've been there at three in the morning when the thunder is louder than anything else, blocking out every thought and sending me into a panic attack and he's there, smiling at me with an open set of lips, reassuring me that it's going to be okay. He's there to be my umbrella when I'm soaked to the core.

I've been there at midnight when he hadn't had the chance to make himself dinner, starving for the joy of those on the other side of the screen. His stressed smile is my least favorite, but it's a part of him that I can't lose. I love all of his personality. I'll be there with grilled cheese and soup when he has gone seven hours without eating anything, just to see him crack a smirk in my direction.

I've been there at eight p.m. to sit down and have a cup of tea across from him. I've been the one on the other side of the tender up-rise of the corners of his mouth, the compassion in his eyes, even though I was only ranting about something unimportant. He's leaned his cheekbone on his folded hands, staring at me like I was something special, something to cherish. I've felt loved, being looked at like that. Words cannot describe the passion that is caused from a simple look. That's why I love him; one look and I'm overcome with felicity, wonder, contentment. He is the favorite part of a novel, he is the money that you found when you're just walking on the street, he is the sun after a flood. He's Dan Howell. And I love him.

"Could you lift up your arms a bit?" Amelia asked me. I lifted up my arms a bit. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

I laughed lightly. "Dude I just lifted up my arms." I looked down to see her fiddling with a piece of the costume, her eyebrows squished together and her tongue stuck out of her lips.

"I know but oh fuck shit. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. What happened?"

"Oh, I just sewed a part that I didn't mean to. It's nothing big." She cut off the string end and stood back, her head tilting to the left.

"Do I look bad?"

"Sh shhh shhhhhhhh. Let me look at my masterpiece." She grinned and starred at my body, making me stand there uncomfortably until she inevitably looked up to my eyes. "God we have to do something about your hair, though." I looked at her oddly.

"Are you going to tell me how it looks? Do I look good?"

She smiled again. "You look great. I promise. But we do have to do something about your hair."

My hands went to my hair defensively. "There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"NO. That's not what I meant. I mean that we have to change it for the character. But not too much." She looked around the room we were using in my flat. "Where did I put my reference sheet?"

"Over by the desk," I said, nodding to the wooden piece of furniture with a ton of pieces of paper on it.

"You can put your hands down, by the way."

I nodded and moved my arms around. "This is really comfortable for a costume. I can move. I could kill someone in this."

She smiled and held the piece of paper up in comparison to me standing there. A frown made it's way to her mouth. "Okay, since you're playing the part you have to look the part, right? Well right now you look like... well... like a five year old girl in a suit of armor. I need you to look bad ass. Like uh.. Chloe Moretz in Kick Ass when she's Hit Girl."

I grinned and adjusted my posture to look like a confident motherfucker with strong shoulders cocked back and a wide stance, tilting my head up.

"Better. Much better. There we go." Amelia smiled widely. I beamed back.

"So do I get any props or just the costume?" I asked, moving around in the tiny skirt. "Jesus it's like I'm not even wearing anything down there."

"Well we can always make it a bit longer. But it might be more uncomfortable that way."

"No this is fine."

"But in answer to your question, yes, you get a prop." Amelia said as she turned and rummaged through some of the bins she brought. She turned around to face me, kneeling down and presenting a large fancy sword. I took it in my hands and moved it around.

"That is so fucking cool."

So this is sort of an ease back in thing. I'm posting this, which isn't much, but don't worry, there will be more. I'll post another chapter pretty soon.

But before I do, I need to say a few things:

1- Thank you. Those reviews are amazing. I totally thought you guys would hate me

2- On that note, please sign in so that I can RESPOND. Guys, I like to talk to you by replying to the reviews.

3- I totally dropped a few bombs and I'm sorry about that. I am truly sorry about that. I thought you guys knew that I was dealing with that stuff and I'm sorry that I dropped those. I'm not using them as excuses, just explanations.

4- I'm going to keep that update here so people understand why I'm so late.

5- I'm in a play right now as well as really into this girl. So those are pretty big events in my life and my interfere with some of my writing. But it's okay. I'll still write.

6- I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT IDEAS YOU HAVE. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.

So that's it for now, and thank you for the reviewers. Your feedback means so much.

And that leads me to... PRESS THAT SEXY BUTTON DOWN THERE YO.

Let's start review questions again: What is your favorite video game? Why?