Chapter 10

A\N: Uuggghhhh I'm so so genuenly sorry I haven't updated in so long! I just had a hard week in school and in general and just... hard. And I wrote this chapter so long ago and I just couldn't type it in and just... you don't even want to know. Well anyway, enjoy this terrible chapter and TTYL

It was a stormy winter day, with heavy showers and thunder storms. No one, in the whole of London, felt like going out. That's why Charlie, Liz and Claire were hanging at Dan and Phil's heated flat- the heat broke in theirs.
Dan and the girls were sitting in the living room with lots of blankets and a big bowl of popcorn, while Phil washed the dishes and made everyone hot chocolate.
Charlie couldn't quite concentrate on the conversation. She could hear her friends blabbering about Joss Whedon's last film, but her mind was somewhere else, far away. To be specific, her mind was in the small café she was at a couple of days ago, when she finally talked to Jack.

*Flashback*

During the whole meeting, Charlie tried to avoid the reason she met with Jack in the first place. They small-talked about all kinds of things- Jack's channel, Charlie's medicine class, the weather etc. Now, Charlie was about to finish her waffle, and she knew it's the time to "break up" with Jack- if you can break up with someone you have never even dated.
Jack finished the last of his cappuccino and put his hands on the table. "listen, Charlie, I wanted to tell you that-"
"No, you listen, Jack," stopped him Charlie, trying to gain confidence. She took a deep breath. "so I'm having the best time with you, and you're the sweetest guy. But… I'm getting the feeling you like me too much. And it can't work between us. Not any time soon, anyway."
Jack didn't look surprised, only a bit sad. "Why?" he asked.
"For the last year or so, I've been pen-paling a guy I met on the internet. I've never met him, but…" Charlie swallowed. "I think I love him."
"Oh." Said Jack and looked at his hands. "Where's he from, then?"
Jack seemed so sad and depressed; Charlie just spilled everything for the first time. She felt she owed him at least that. "His name is Troye Sivan. He's from Australia."
"Umm, Charlie?" jack looked up at her and slowly raised an eyebrow. "you know that he's eighteen, and he's gay, right?"
Charlie's eyes widened. "What?"
"Yeah, he's a youtuber. Met him a couple of times. Nice guy."
"WHAT?"
"Wonder how you didn't know that…"
Charlie was left breathless. "I have to go now." She spilled out and grabbed her bag, leaving some money on the table. "Sorry, Jack." She mumbled and left the place.

Phil's voice had awoken Charlie back to reality. "Alright, relationship pop quiz!" he called from the kitchen and everyone turned their heads to the wall between the rooms. "Liz and Peej, what is the best film ever?"
"Ugh, Philip darling," Liz called back. "PJ is not even here."
Phil's head popped from the kitchen's doorway, checking if Liz was right. "Oh." He went into the kitchen and came back with a tray of hot chocolate cups. "What is the best film ever, then?"
Liz smiled knowingly. "Well, for PJ it's probably The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, or Lost in Translation, and for me it's… Never Let me Go or… Finding Neverland, I guess."
The rest of the group giggled, hearing the difference between their interests. "Yeah, we're not really into the same genre.." explained Liz sheepishly.
"Dan and Claire!" called Phil once again with his 'Internet News' voice. "What is, the best Pokémon?"
"Charmender!" said Claire immediately, just when Dan said "Mewtwo!"
"What?" they both gasped and looked at each other.
"How could you possibly think Charmender is the best?" cried Dan.
"How could you possibly think he isn't?"
Dan sighed. "Guess there's only one way to find out. Pokémon battle."
"Fine," sighed Claire and started looking through the video games pack. "I haven't played in a really long time though, but Charmender is still-"
"Umm, Claire," Phil stopped her. "I don't think he meant the video game."
"Obviously," Dan confirmed, already standing up. "We're playing real-life Pokémon, Hun." He said and grabbed a Mewtwo stuffed puppet.
Claire gave the boys a 'you-are-so-fucking-weird-and-retarded-what-the-he ll-but-I'll-go-with-it-anyway' look. "Ok, so… what's my Charmender… thingy?"
"I have a Charmender t-shirt?" suggested Phil.
"You are not actually doing this, are you?" asked Liz, burying her face in the pillows when Phil came back with the shirt. Dan and Claire stood in front of each other, a few meters away, in their best battle positions.
"You may begin!" said Phil formally, raising his hands.
The battle was a mess; Dan was using his best Mewtwo moves, Claire was shouting random words that sounded to her like attacks, Phil tried to count the remaining lives unsuccessfully, Charlie tried to cheer from the side and Liz hid under the covers, pretending she doesn't know any of them.
Phil declared Charmender is about to faint, and Dan started to do a happy dance, when Claire got closer to him. "And now, my final attack."
"Bring it!" teased Dan.
Suddenly, Claire jumped on his back and wrapped her arms way too tight around his throat. "Damn, you're tall…" she mumbled. "Now admit Charmender is the best!"
"Or what?" croaked Dan, trying to get her off of him, fighting her legs around his waist. (nothing sexual there, ok? You perverts.)
"Or… I'll do this!" said Claire and started poking his neck.
Dan screamed with high-peached voice. "No! stop it! Stop!"
Charlie and Liz lifted their eyes from their magazines and stared at the screaming couple. "Someone should really take a picture of this." Said Liz dully.
"Already taken care of." Replied Phil from the dining table, where he sat with his laptop.
"I'm so tweeting this." Added Charlie.
The three got back to their interests when they heard Claire scream loudly and then laugh hysterically. "Dan!... Stop!... How did you… know…" she said between laughs. Claire was off of Dan's back now, and the two were in the middle of an intense neck-poking and tickling fight. After a couple of minutes of that, the couple fell laughing on the floor.
"How the hell did you know I was only ticklish in around the waist?" Claire asked.
Dan smirked sweetly. "ever since our Nervous Game. You were panicking when I reached that spot. It was quite obvious."
"You're and idiot. A genius idiot stalker." Replied Claire and pushed Dan playfully.
"And you're and idiot sweetheart." Dan smiled again, his dimples showing.
"You both are idiots, ok?" said Liz.
The couple started laughing hysterically once again- which was soon followed by three pillows thrown at their heads.

End Of Chapet 10

A\N: I said I'll talk to you later, didn't I? well now it's later! Umm anyways, I'm truthfully sorry for this aweful chapter- I only wrote it so I can put the neck-poking thing in. Well I have good news and bad news. Bad news are that I'm so so busy with school work and this whole "being social" thing, it'll probably take me ages to upload. But the good news are that I'm also writing a Dan imagine AND I found a DW songfic I started writing a while ago, so I'm writing these two too! Just to let you know. Well sorry I wasted your time don't hate me bye