All For You

You know that smell of party poppers? It is a smoky burning scent, often associated with the musky scent of liquor, which brings one to the thought of a celebration. Its scent, of course, is accompanied by a loud pop. The noise is quick and striking, and could pull anyone out of a deep sleep with its piercingly loud clap. The noise fades, as do the shouts, and calls, and cheers, which are all followed with the sound of farewells, good-byes, and well wishes. All this goes away, but for a certain amount of time, you can smell that fragrance.

This, an excuse to have a party, to be merry and drink with friends; six months since I have healed. Congratulations rolled from ear to ear, bouncing meaninglessly from some, and full of love from others, around the room lazily. A figure approached me. I felt an arm swiftly wrap itself around my waist, and a head rest against my own. I heard a faint whisper, but didn't focus on the words. It must've been a question, as the owner of the whisper turned so as to see me face-to-face. The down of the hair that rested against me was lifted, and I finally found my attention drawn to something.

"Hmm, sorry, what?" I asked, turning to get a better look at Dan, the figure standing beside me.

"I said, hasn't this been nice? Everyone seems to be so happy and proud of you." Dan's arm around my body tightened lovingly. "Can you believe it has been six months?"

I leaned against the touch. "Six months and I still feel remarkably out of place. It's as though I lost a part of something, even though I remember everything that has happened. I just feel wrong." I sighed. It was true and he knew it. Ever since I'd gotten better, I'd been complaining of such a thing.

Videos had come more regularly. The reaction to the latest installment of the Phil Is Not On Fire series had been received with much love and deep amounts of support. We'd opened a PO box a while back, and it became flooded with letters of support, pictures, sweets, and all around love. Love, love, love. That's seemingly a trend. Why is it that it takes an injury, a tragedy, a death or something close to that, for such an intense amount of love and support to flood in? Needless to say, of course, we are outstandingly grateful for everything, though.

The party that took place ended by eleven, leaving Dan and I standing with our backs to the door, lost in the horror of having to clean up the living room. The party poppers lay around, having been simultaneously triggered, as it was a tradition amongst our friends. Tiny streamers, large streamers, and bits of food and garbage were left around. It was that ugly putrid scent of those party poppers that drilled my brain.

"Are you alright?" Dan asked, looking at me as I made my way to the couch, closing my eyes and pulling my shirt over my nose.

"Not really," I whispered through a splitting pain as it shot through my head. I jammed my eyes closed more.

"What's wrong, love? Are you hurt?" He knelt beside the couch and placed a hand on my forehead.

"It's just…that smell…I cannot stand the smell." I breathed, cringing a bit.

Dan smelled the air. "What smell? The party poppers?"

"Yes, that smell is getting to me," I whispered. Dan leaned over me so his face was practically parallel with mine.

"Just don't focus on that. Focus on me. Do you need to go outside for a little bit?" His deep cocoa eyes kept me centered.

"No, I'm fine."

"Yes you are," Dan said with a wink. He kissed me once, quickly and sweetly on the lips. "I got lucky with you…Really lucky."

Blushing, I sat up a little bit. "I am pretty sure I am the lucky one. You're kind, and sweet, and I mean look at you."

Dan chuckled for a moment. "Phil, look at you. You are gorgeous. I'd kill for your eyes, though I think I would rather look at them than have them."

"But people like you so much more, Dan. You've won awards. You've been asked to appear places. Dan, I'm just that guy you bring places."

"Phil!" Dan yelled, suddenly in shock. "You do realize, don't you, that I wouldn't even have this career if it were not for you? I would probably still be in university, hating everything I was doing. As for awards, those don't matter. You're all I need and want. Phil… I have been so much happier with you. You deserve every award, every congratulations, everything. You deserve the world."

I smiled a little and reached up to stroke his cheek. "I have more than the whole world. I have you."

I meant it. I didn't know where I would be without my awkwardly tall, brown haired, brown eyed, internet nerd, and YouTuber best friend/boyfriend. It felt almost surreal to say all that. He kept me grounded. He cared for me when I was injured. He is my rock and my world. I love him.

"Come on, you," Dan said with a blushing laugh. "We have to clean this place up now." I grabbed onto his arm, and he pulled me up.

We proceeded to clean up the room, making everything nice and neat, and ridding the room of that horrendous fume of smoke and paper. Then we decided it was internet time.

"Phil?" Dan asked from beside me, as we sat on my bed with our backs to the headboard.

"Yeah?"

"Our first date. You remember that, right?" He asked. It seemed out of the blue.

I laughed a little. "Of course I remember our first date, Dan. Why are you asking?" I looked up and over at him from my laptop screen.

"Well, you know, before the accident, how good of a time we were having?"

"Yeah?"

"We… we should do something like that again soon. I mean, minus the crashing of cars, the comatose state, and the near death experience." Dan awaited my response.

"Is this you saying that you are going to take me out on a nice, proper, formal dinner date again?" I grinned at him.

"Yes it is," Dan smiled at me.

"Well good," I said, closing my laptop up and placing it beside the bed. I curled up next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Because it is about time." We both laughed a little at this.

In a few minutes, he also put away his laptop and curled up with my. We didn't usually sleep in the same bed, but some nights we would be in one of our rooms, and just not care enough to get up to move. It is not like either of us hated sleeping in the same bed together, of course.

I pulled up the duvet, and fixed it at about our hips. "I am sleepy," I said, yawning as I laughed.

"Me too. Why don't you get some sleep not, huh?" Dan took off my glasses and placed them on the table beside him. He leant down and placed a nice and gentle kiss on my lips, as well as a quick and gentle one on my forehead. "Get a good rest. Tomorrow we are getting up early and making your favorite pancakes, okay?"

"Why are you doing all this nice stuff? What are we even celebrating? Am I missing an anniversary or something? What is this all for?" I giggled a bit after realizing how many questions I had just bombarded him with.

"What is this all for? Phil… this is all for you." He kissed my forehead one more time, before turning out the light and covering me up with the duvet even more. "This is only for you."

Guess who did not update this or give notice for a long time? Me… Okay sorry… Please don't hate me! Review please! Okay, bye! ~Lexi~