Disclaimer: Don't own Dan and Phil. Wish I did. But alas.
Continuationnnnn...
Freckles
Shining blonde hair. Sparkling blue eyes. Freckles dotting her smiling face... He loved freckles.
Someone clapped their hands in his face, and Dan jerked back into reality. His friend was standing beside him, looking at him with concern.
"Dan, I called your name three times. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine," he smirked.
"You're thinking about that girl again, aren't you?"
Honestly, he was. He'd never stopped. Bre. Even her name was beautiful.
Phil knew the answer when his young friend didn't respond. "Remember, we've got a show to do. Has she even texted you yet?"
His stomach dropped. His smirk fell. She hadn't. He didn't know why. Maybe he'd scared her off. Maybe she didn't really like him like that. Maybe he just wasn't good enough.
"Final checks!" the manager shouted. "Two minutes!"
The youtuber stood still as an assistant double checked his sound equipment, making sure everything was fitted properly. Another helped Phil make sure his magic props weren't sticking out. The adorable grin on his face broadened as the assistant shoved the ribbon further up his sleeve. Who knew? Maybe Bre had a friend for Phil. If he had a chance with her, that was.
"Ready?"
Both boys shouted "yes!" in unison and hopped up on the platform as the timer counted down.
As it hit zero, suddenly thousands of screaming fans filled his vision, nearly overwhelming. He'd never imagined he'd have this many followers when he'd first started out. And here they were, screaming and clapping and yelling his and Phil's names.
He could already feel the heat of the spotlights overhead, but he couldn't stop smiling. "Hi, everyone!"
Phil started saying his scripted bit, which was wonderful because the young man's eyes had traveled towards the fan fitting front row, center stage.
Shining blonde hair. Sparkling blue eyes. Freckles dotting her smiling face...
Every pore was radiating joy as she clapped. Her smile was so happy and bright that Dan, for once in his life, was lost for words.
Bre looked directly at him, their eyes met, and somehow her smile got even brighter.
Butterflies stirred in his stomach, and he could feel his eyes crinkling with the force of his grin. A blush crawled over his cheek; his eyes found the floor in a weak attempt to hide it.
He intended to give her the best show he could.
