Beep!Beep!Beep! The angry ringing of an alarm rang into my ear hole, making my groggy and unfocused eyes open up to sun pouring into my window and blinding me momentarily. Glasses slip onto the bridge of my nose as my fingers look at the timer set for myself. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty! You have a flight to catch!" SNAP! My eyes fly open as I rush out of bed, trip-running to my wardrobe on wobbly, still-asleep legs. Arms flying frantically, my warm pajamas transform into a pair of comfortable jeans and a Les Miserables T-Shirt that I got at a local play where Carrie Hope-Fletcher was performing (side-note: SQUEE! FANGIRLING MOMENT! One of my favorite Youtubers was playing one of my favorite characters(besides Gavrosh) in one of my favorite plays! I went to see it about eight times), the fuzzy, mish-match socks I fell asleep in staying put on my rather big feet. Flying around my room, though I knew that I set the timer early so I wouldn't have too, I quickly do all of my business in the bathroom, throwing my retainer into its little red case before throwing it into my backpack/suitcase/whatever-it-is full of all the things I was taking with me on the plane. All the thinks important to me: My IPod with Show-tunes, Tumblr, and Avengers fan-fiction already loaded on it, my favorite copy of Alice In Wonderland, a small bag of Cow tails (my favorite candy), my rather large headphones (the real ones, not those ear bud things), a notebook and pencil so I could write if I got a good idea, and now, my retainer.

A few quick movements and my bright red high tops were covering my lovely choice of socks, and my pajamas were stuffed in my suitcase (the only one I was taking on the flight with me. I was raised by waiting travelers, I know all the tricks! I also know how to ride and calm an elephant even though I've never met one outside of a zoo, but that's beside the point...). With my red suitcase-backpack in one hand, I caught a taxi and rode to the airport in a nervous silence with the cab driver. It was only then did I start to go over my mental checklist of things to see if I was missing anything.

Shirts: Check.

Jeans: Yep.

Underwear: Right-a-Ronnie.

Socks: Eight pairs, fluffy, and none matching the other.

DVD's: Batman, Cathy Rigby is Peter Pan (which we're putting on at my collage. Being so small, I get to play John), The Fifth Element, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Lord of the Rings (all 3), Hugo, and Tangled. All there for the long trip.

Various chargers and such: All accounted for.

Laptop: How could I forget my best friend?

Wallet: Small, half-full of Muggle money, and covered with the Avenger's logo. It's thin and dorky like my soul!

Ability to not worry or procrastinate: ...Well, you can't forget to take what you never had.

"So where are you goin', kid?" the gruff taxi driver asked me lazily from the front. My head shot up from it's position of awkward as I stuttered out, "U-Um... T-The West Town Airport, please." I was always shy, but this guy didn't help. He was big and burly, with a stubbly chin and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, smoke billowing from the ashed tip. I couldn't help but be reminded of how easy it would be to kill me, like in Sherlock. This did not help my anxiety as the taxi pulled away from my curb and sped off into the labyrinth that was the streets of London. Before I knew it, I was paying the man as fast as possible, telling him to keep the change and booking it out of that taxi like the seats tried to bite me. Damn you awkwardness!

The way to the airplane went rather smoothly, besides swearing that I saw a glimpse of AmazingPhil's blackish-blue hair before getting swept along into the airplane already filling up with passengers. Being always scared of being late, I was naturally one of the first people there, so I could look a stupid as I wanted when I tried to find my chair. It was relatively easy, seeing as I happily stole the window seat and hid my bag behind my legs, pulling out my fully charged laptop and my huge headphones. Cathy Rigby, here I come! Just as my mind got sucked into the life of our dear Peter and Wendy, someone sat down beside me. I didn't really pay them any mind, but the fact that every chair around me had been filled up, and that all of the YouTuber's sat together was painfully obvious (though the ladder didn't seem to register right, as I just shrugged it off in favor of my movie/play instead of fangirling like a twelve-year-old girl would to Justin Bieber).

No one bothered me all the way through Peter Pan, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and Hugo, I decided that my mind had flipped from movies to Youtube, which is where I went next. Picking randomly from my choices, I decided on watching the Phil Is Not On Fire's (yes I giggled like a little idiot when Phil tackles Dan in the first one. I'm sorry, they're my OTP besides the other 800 I have). That lead me to Dan's page, which would have lead me to Phil's page if not for the present tapping on my shoulder that started right after watching Dan's Apartment Tour. Slipping my large headphones off, I turn to see a pale hand still tapping my shoulder from the chair behind me. Shifting my shoulder, I look up in confusion and slight annoyance right into the face of the 22* year old on my computer. Dan Howell himself. Holy crap.

FANGIRL MODE: ACTIVATED!

"Uh... Umm... duh.." was all I could manage as I stared into the laughing dark brown eyes of one of the people that gave me enough confidence to become DownTheRabbitHole in the first place. "Hehe. Hey, I like your taste in YouTubers. You're Luke, right?" he asked, his voice coming out smoothly compared to my stuttering mess of the English language. "Hi, and yea, I'm him- err- I'm me- I mean Yes. I am. A-And you're Dan, right? Danisnotonfire?" I stutter as I stare at his smirking face. How did he know who I was? "Hehe, Yea, I am. Nice to meet you, I love your video's." He loved MY video's?! Did I fall asleep? Am I dreaming?! "T-Thank you! That means a lot. I didn't think anyone watched my video's." I mumbled more to myself than anyone else. "So... do you like anime?"

And thus a friendship was born.

*I don't know if that's right, and please don't be angry if the times aren't right. It's just what I'm going to use.