How Jenny, Phil, and Dan made it through those next fourteen days, they'll never know. Wired on equal parts fear, anticipation, and caffeine, the exhausted and slightly damp troop somehow managed to stumble aboard their flight just in time for takeoff.

"It's a good thing we left home seven hours early," Jenny remarked, taking her seat between Dan and Phil. "You were great back there, guys. Gold stars."

"Well, you know us," Phil rolled his eyes. "When we see teenage American girls with names like Opal Cooper—who just happen to be visiting London for a week on holiday and are big fans of ours—trip and accidently fall into the Thames, we just can't help ourselves from diving in after them, pulling them to the surface, and performing CPR until they come back around."

"Literally can't help ourselves," Dan confirmed.

"Well, intentional or not, I still think you two were brilliant," Jenny smiled. "It could have been a lot worse, you know. If you weren't lugging around all of your crap for the trip, you would have had to wear soaking wet clothes the entire flight."

"Yeah, but we smell like river," Dan complained, "and my hair is all hobbit-y now."

"Oh, shut up." Jenny grinned. "Literally everyone thinks you're cuter like that anyway."

"I don't," Dan muttered.

"Neither do I," Phil added.

"You're in denial," she said simply.

Strangely, almost the entire eleven-hour trip passed without incident—disregarding Phil's pathetic attempt to eat the complimentary airline pretzels, which somehow culminated in one becoming wedged in Dan's left nostril. While the two guys were thrilled about the longest stretch of normality they had experienced in months, Jenny was concerned. She made sure to stay awake for the entire flight, determined to not mistake the relative calm for safety.

It turned out to be a good idea.

They had just passed the ten-hour mark in the flight, when the plane suddenly lurched to the left, jolting awake the two sleeping YouTubers.

"What was that?" Dan asked. He noticed that Jenny was gripping the armrest next to him so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

"It'll all be fine," Jenny answered nervously, more to herself than to Dan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking," the plane intercom system crackled. "We are encountering a bit of unexpected turbulence. Please remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign turns off. Thank you for your cooperation."

The plane pitched sharply to the right, causing some passengers to gasp. Jenny looked as though she was trying not to throw up.

"It's okay," Phil reassured her, "I've been through worse."

Jenny nodded, but stared directly at the back of the seat in the row in front of her.

The plane pitched left again, this time much more harshly. Now, some of the other passenger's gasps turned into shrieks of fear as the pilot fought to keep the plane upright. The flight attendants hurried up and down the aisles, trying in vain to keep everyone calm.

Jenny covered her mouth with her hand. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"Are you gonna be sick?" Dan asked, edging away from her.

She shook her head no, still staring straight ahead. "I just realized something," she murmured. "…I'm an idiot."

Dan was about to ask her to elaborate when the plane suddenly shot downward. Now the passengers were screaming so loudly that he could barely hear whoever was speaking into the intercom. However, he did manage to make out the words, "engine failure", "mayday", and "crash-landing".

"How could I be so stupid?!" Jenny screamed hysterically as the place plummeted into free fall. "I boarded your flight! I'm on the same flight as two guys condemned to a tragic death! I'm actually gonna die!"

"You told me there was hope!" Phil screamed back over the cacophony. "This can't be the end!"

Their heads felt as though they were going to explode from the rapid changes in cabin pressure. All around them, lights switched on and off, alarm bells sounded, oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling, and people screamed.

"I guess I was wrong!" Jenny yelled back.

"Crash landing position!" the head flight attendant barked into a loudspeaker as she buckled herself into a seat.

Dan, Jenny, and Phil crouched down in their seats, waiting for the oblivious fifteen-year-old author to write their lives away with a few strokes of her pen.

Over the intercom, they could just make out the sound of someone counting down the feet until impact.

"…fifteen thousand… ten thousand… five thousand…"

"Dan!" Phil screamed.

"What?!" Dan screamed back.

"I love you and I'm not even gay!"

"I love you too, Phil!"

And that was when the plane hit.

A/N: Hello lovely reader!

Well, that was the end! Everybody died! Thanks so much for reading!

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...Just kidding! I'll update soon.

So, I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always secretly dreamed about being a YouTube star. The only things that I would need are a decent camera, a British accent, a Y-chromosome, a fringe, an engaging personality, some technical skills, a culturally acceptable body-type, some connections within the online video community... oh, and I'd probably have to get over those little fears of public speaking, being in crowds, being on film, being hated, and having my picture taken.

But other than that...

ANYWAY, you know those tag games on YouTube? I've always wanted to play, but never have (for the aforementioned reasons). So, how about we play here? I'll start :)

Seven pointless facts about me:

1. I was homeschooled my whole life.

2. I used to super-coupon. You know that annoying little old lady who always holds up the line for twenty minutes making sure that the guy scans every coupon? Well, I was sixteen, but otherwise that was me. It was my hobby. You know, some people played sports... I bought groceries— extravagantly. I probably spent about fifteen hours a week planning, unit pricing, clipping coupons, calculating deals, and shopping. It's quite a rush when you get a deal! There was this one deal I remember, where we worked it out so that Jewel was paying us to buy ice cream. Good times.

3. I am currently in college (uni) to become a special ed teacher with a certificate in American Sign Language interpretation.

4. For my thirteenth birthday, my uncle gave me a lawn mower.

5. I'm certified to use a defibrillator (the machine that zaps people back if their heart stops).

6. I didn't get chicken pox until I was seventeen years old. (Now, I have a bunch of scars from it)

7. I have no sense of direction. Once, I got lost two blocks from my own house and was so confused that my Dad had to drive out and get me. When I started driving (I know, terrifying concept) my parents bought me a GPS. I named it "Brenda". We're best friends.

Feel free to leave a review with seven random facts about yourself. I read and respond to everything... because you're all lovely people... and I have no life.

Or, if you'd rather use the complimentary review to which you've likely grown accustomed: "They lie deadly that tell you you have good faces" (Shakespeare, William. Coriolanus)

Best wishes!

~ Bethany