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Chapter 4

Poptarts

We make our way back to my floor, shopping bags fill all of our hands as I struggle for the keys. Two bags looped over my wrist, Dan watches me. Agh, embarrassing! I expect him to laugh or something, but instead he takes the bags from me, a bit too eager, but nevertheless, I am grateful so open the door.

"So where do you want these?" Dan pants.

"Just on the Breakfast Bar, over there" Dan sniggers at my mention of Breakfast Bar.

"What? Is there something I'm not getting here?!" I can't help but smile as his 'charm' though.

"No.. well yes, uh... I'm also shipped – kinda, with the Breakfast Bar"

My eyes widen, what DOES he do? I laugh anyway, "Look, I know the basics from years of my friend's Fangirling... shipping.. OTP and all that.. But I've never encountered someone quite as 'Charming' as you" I raise my eyebrows at 'charming'

Suddenly Dan looks flustered, so turns to drop the bags on the counter, then looks at me. Right in the eyes.

"okay, I don't know whether to tell you, or let you Google it – but that may result in you being petrified by a million Fangirls" He babbles – wait, do I make him nervous? Oh jees he's looking right at me again. Wide eyed, cuteness, that is Dan Howell. "And I really don't want to scare you off" he adds.

"Well – seeming as you already seem strange, but a great guy – Tell me the basics so I don't freak out. Does that sound right?"

"Um, okay..." He looks tentative, "Space llamas and lions-"

I'm genuinely startled by the response, but Dan leans his arm on the counter, looking at me with 'acted' suspicious eyes, "Now you see, you didn't seem too scared off by that, so I think.. you can know now" He continues slowly.

"You ARE a space llama? Is that the secret?" I joke – where is this guy going?

He laughs, flipping his beautiful hair, dark – swishy- perfect.

"Well, I wish! But no.." I felt the tension in the air, did he feel telling me would ruin this pea of a relationship? If there even was a connection, is he already scared of losing me?

"Tell you what, do you want tea.. or coffee? Anything?"

"What? Oh sure, thanks" He still seems flustered, like he is trying not to tell me something. I feel as if I'm so close to finding out – but its whether I actually want to know or not.

I look at him inquisitively, and proceed to the kitchen, boiling the kettle and so on – then I notice Dan look up in awe.

"Did, did you do some of these?!"

I look up from my coffee making the answer, "Yeah, you know coursework and such"

He's referring to the large canvases which hang around the apartment, of all my graphics art, mixed in with all the beset of course – Manga art, Pokémon, Mario brothers. "They're mostly gaming and TV shows, some are cartoons" I inform him.

I smile back at him, glad he changed the subject of him possibly being a space llama.

"Maddy, these are amazing!" I feel myself blushing, "You should go professional!"

"That is the dream, and my only hope to pay for rent!"

"Well I really hope it takes off, I would love to see more of these – or have one?" He winks at me, what is it with the winking?! Although, I have to admit it is very sexy.

Dan wanders round the room admiring my work, I can't help but feel a sense or pride and butterflies in my stomach – he actually likes them!

"So" Dan starts as he gazes round the room, "Do you want to crack into these Poptarts now?" the smile on his face tells me he's excited, like a little boy, I swear all his emotion reflect a little boy's – but then again I bet so are mine.

"yeah, sure" I give an excited grin back, handing him a coffee. I rummage through my bags, and then quickly reveal the Poptarts, thrusting them above my head, 'Zelda Style'.

"Poptarts acquired!" Uh oh. My crazy just leaked out. I expect Dan's smile to fade, run out the apartment, scared I will stab him with a Hylian Sword or something; But he says;

"To the Toaster!" And randomly gallops over to the shiny box by the fridge. My eyes gleam, I'm practically beaming with acceptance. Unbelievable. He gets me!

I pop two Poptarts into the toaster, and wait, folding my arms, looking expectantly at Dan. Just as I thought, he wore a look of pure excitement and was buzzing, the emotions bursting out the sides.

Just as I was about to open my mouth again, Dan's phone rings – he looks at it, then mimes to me 'It's Phil!' as he answers the call.

I nod back, then turn to retrieve the Poptarts out the toaster, right on queue.

"Hey Phil, what's up?...I'm at Maddy's...drinking coffee...why...no Phil- I have Poptarts!...yes I know you love Poptarts... sorry they're Maddy's... Sorry you ate all yours then! Look Phil, did you want to know anything else but where I was? No? Well then, Dan and Phil Jr can keep you company" I almost hear Phil sigh down the phone- "Okay... well then bye! I'm only downstairs!" He ends the call and I peer at him sheepishly.

"Apparently he thought it necessary to call on his little Dan! I bet he just wanted the food though.." I smile back, handing him a pop tart.

"Ready?" I say,

"Go!"

We both take a bite into the Poptarts, crispy wafer and amazing goo inside.

"Just as Phil said!" Dun mumbles thorough a mouthful of Poptart.

I feel my eyes light up with a smile, "So, when can I meet this 'mystery Phil?" I inquire, "Not like pass in the hallway meet, like talk for more than a half hour meet?"

"I expect soon, hey, why don't you take our numbers, it would be cool to hang out again sometime" I honestly feel like my stomach gave birth then ate 10 million butterflies. All I could do was nod and smile, my eyes closing on themselves because my smile was so big.

I managed to nod and hand him my IPhone, as he entered their numbers.

Handing it back to me, I thank him, and then he picks up his shopping, grabs the rest of his pop tart, and wanders in the direction of the door. I could see he was struggling as much as I did, so I open the door and bowed jokily in front of him.

He could not help but laugh, which cause him to sputter, hundreds of pink and white crumbs covered the carpet and his shopping – I burst out laughing, as did he as he waddled out the door to the lift.

As he left I felt a twinge of disappointment, wait – do I have feelings for Dan Howell?

I don't even know who he is! Once again I rattle my brain as I shut the door behind him, tossing round his name.

I finally come to one conclusion. I need to call my old friend Tara, That's it. She used (probably still does) to Fangirl over them all the time! Finally, answers to who this god of a body is.