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GiGi turned to Jess and gave her an odd look as she had fallen awfully quiet and had begun to shrink down in her chair. "Jess...what's wrong?" GiGi asked her, a suspicious tone masking her voice.
"Um.. Well," Jess sat up, clearly unable to decide how to begin her sentence. "You-you know PJ?"
"The curly hair one? Yeah I stalk his youtube." GiGi said with absolutely no embarrassment.
"I'm uh, related to him..."
"What?!" We all exclaimed so loudly that we drew the attention of almost everyone in the room.
"Are you serious?!" I asked in excitement while Jess nodded awkwardly.
"I haven't spoken to him in a few weeks, maybe a month so if you want an excuse to go speak to Phil, I guess I could help you out.."
Before she had fully finished her sentence Tasha's excitement got the better of her as she pushed me and Jess off the bench and into the cooler part of the shop, where the heater wasn't continuously blasting us.
I stood awkwardly at the end of their table while Jess said hi to PJ. After a short time Dan started to engage me in conversation. "So, managed to throw yourself into anyone else recently?" I felt little rushes of excitement and oh-my-fucking-god-famous-people-are-talking-to-me-ness, or OMFGFPATTMN for short but had to remember to keep my cool.
"Not yet, trying to keep the world from imploding." I responded
"Who isn't." A grin formed on his face whereas Phil tried to look busy to keep his face from turning red.
"So, do you live in London?" Dan asked me
"Nah I've just started university and me and my cousin need somewhere to stay." The two boys shared a look with wide eyes and the same smile,
"Hey, Meg.." Dan began. "If we find out more about you, and find out whether you are a creepy stalker fan that's going to slit our throats in the night or not, then we have a spare room if you want."
"Yeah that'd be great!"
"Well do you two wanna meet up for lunch sometime?"
"Oh yeah sure hang on," I said while I pulled my iPhone 5S out of my jean pocket to read mine and Tasha's numbers out to the boys.

A week later me and Tasha were staying with Jess in her small apartment in Central London. I stared out the frosty window of the second floor, watching a man in a red hat attempt at starting his car and waving his fist angrily in the freezing November air. My eyes glazed over him and the busy London traffic, people beginning their Christmas shopping and some woman walking her Labrador. As I watched I saw a couple leave the small, beaten down cinema across the road and share a quick kiss before heading in opposite directions. I turned my back to the window and looked sadly down at half full coffee mug in my hand. Why was I sad? I had to wonder this for a few minutes before I came to the conclusion that Dan and Phil were never going to call for that lunch date. I kicked myself in the shin, forgetting I still had my heavy boots on. I cursed a few times, grabbing my shin and hopping around, forgetting the coffee mug in my hand and in conclusion throwing the hot coffee all over myself.
As I was hooping around, drenched in hot coffee and swearing, my nyan cat ring tune sounded from the beautiful glass table in the corner of the room. I did a mixture of hopping and limping across the soft, fluffy floor to reach the table in time to answer the call and managed to do it right before it went to answer machine.
"Hello?" I answered while still trying not to swear. I held the phone to my ear and began to yank my heavy boots off and throw them in random directions.
"Who is this?" The male voice on the other end said.
"You tell me."
"It's Phil...from the coffee shop?"
"Oh yeah! I was beginning to think you were never gonna call." I gave a small chuckle as waves of excitement crashed into me, planting a smile so large it was painful on my face.
"Sorry, we've been really busy with the YouTube and radio stuff."
"Fair enough. So, what's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you -and your cousin, obviously-" he added hurriedly. "Would like to grab lunch today?"
"With you and Dan? Short notice but yeah, sure."
"Okay meet us in Costa at about two?"
My eyes flew to the digital clock that sat above the TV. The small, bright numbers read the time as 12:22 which would give us about an hour to get ready before we had to head out. "Yeah, twos good."
"Ok, see you then."
"Bye." I tapped the red 'end call' button on my screen and sunk happily into the soft, brown sofa. I lay there for a few minutes before it dawned on me that I was wasting valuable getting-ready time. I launched myself into the hallway and banged about fifty times loudly on Tasha's door until she ripped it open, her hair a mess from where I had woken her. "what?!" She gritted her teeth and rubbed her eyes, clearly frustrated.
"Dan and Phil called." My voice was filled with excitement and the grin was still clear on my face.
"What?!" The frustration faded from her face and she sounded more shocked then angry now.
"They want us to meet them at Costa at 2."
My cousins blue eyes drifted to the clock that hung on the wall. "12:33?! We only have an hour." Without another word she launched herself at the bathroom door. From outside I could hear her swears and desperate attempts to turn the shower on quickly.