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One hour later we were about as ready as you could be. We had on warm clothes with our matching Ugg boots and gloves. My hair was pulled to the side with my purple hat sat on top of my head while Tasha had decided to wear her lama hat. We waved goodbye to Jess and fell into the hallway, practically sprinting down the steps and looking for the closest subway which turned out to be a twelve minute walk away. The inside of the subway was almost as cold as the above ground, everyone was heavily dressed, keeping their heads down and hurrying through. No one wanted to hang around here to long, you'd get trampled.
We yanked at our Oyster cards and pulled them out of our pockets, scanning them through the machine we moved to the closest map hung on the wall to look for Piccadilly Circus where Costa was. With our terrible sense of direction and awful map reading skills it took about ten minutes to find the route we were supposed to take along with the tube number which left us with only ten minutes to reach the shop.
We sprinted down the steps and along the narrow alley to the tube, our soft boots giving us plenty of comfort to sprint this way. We arrived just as the train was heading off at an insane speed. We cursed but only had to wait for around 2 minutes before another one came along, its doors drawing back to reveal the already small space packed with more people. We jumped in and wriggled around until we found somewhere we didn't have an armpit or someone's bum in our faces with a clear view of the map so we still had some idea of how many stops it was until we reached Piccadilly Circus. From my terrible map reading skills I presumed it was three stops before we had to leave the tube and to my surprise, I was right.

Five minutes later we quickly pushed past the people inside the train, trying to leave before the doors shut and we would have to get out at the next stop. We hopped out just in the nick of time, the closing doors practically catching my boots.
The large map pasted on the wall showed that we were currently at Piccadilly which came as a massive surprise for the both of us as we sprinted past the people standing on the right hand side of the long, dark escalator.
We reached the top and proceeded to dart up the steps into the outside world, holding hands so we didn't loose each other in the process. The bright light ached our eyes so badly we had to use our warm, gloved hands as a shade while looking for the coffee shop we had taken cover in the other day.
Fifteen minutes later we were still completely and utterly lost, which was no surprise but I was worried as we were already ten minutes late. The distinct sound of my Nyan cat ring tone sounded from my pocket while I stumbled to remove my glove and pull the phone from my pocket with the hand that wasn't clamped in Tasha's gloved one. "Yeah?" I answered, clearly annoyed.
"Hey," Phil's voice relaxed me slightly as now he would understand why we were so late. "We just got here ten minutes late and I was wondering if you are lost."
"Yeah, we are completely lost." I gave Phil our exact place and followed his directions down a few roads and about five minutes later my cousin and I were standing right in front of the sweet smelling Costa shop.
We pushed at the large, glass door and heard the small ring of a bell as we entered. At the sound if this the two boys looked up, and met our eyes with large smiles. They beckoned for us to sit across from them while we removed our hats, gloves and coats for it was rather warm in here, even though we weren't directly beneath the heater this time.
"Hey, this is my cousin Tasha." I introduced her because they still had not met her, only heard my cousins name from when I mentioned her.
"Hi, loving the lama hat!" Dan said to her, a crooked grin on his face.
"Hey, sorry we couldn't meet up before today." Phil said to us apologetically. We all sat down and chose the drinks we wanted, only this time Tasha went to get them; just to be on the safe side.
As she begun dragging her heavy feet to the till I started chatting to the YouTubers. I asked them about their radio show and how they begun you tubing. Tasha soon returned with the hot coffees, filled so much a few drops had started to ooze over the edge in desperate attempts to escape.
"So, what about you two?" Phil asked us, wrapping his hands around his own coffee mug.
"There's a lot, what dya want to know?" Tasha responded.
I sat in the corner closest to the window, careful not to lean on the cool, damp glass. Phil sat opposite me so while I had kicked my legs up and sat in a warm, curled position I had easy access to see Phil, who was still incredibly good looking, even from when I used to watch his videos. I wrapped my numb fingers around the mouth-wateringly delicious coffee like a scarf, insulating the heat and bringing feeling back to my fingers. I looked down and stretched them, the red, cold skin of my fingers made it impossible to feel anything besides the heat my palms were pressed against.
I snapped back to reality, to the conversation I was in the middle of, forgetting my fingers and the luxurious heat they were pressed against and listened as Dan asked Tasha a question. "Well, like for example how old are you?"
"Oh well I'm 20, and my cousin is 22." Tasha responded with a smile.
"Oh cool, I'm 22 too" Dan paused with a frown, deep furrows in his thick, dark eyebrows. "22 too... That sounds weird."
"I'm 24." Phil cut in, glancing at Dan as if he was a mental patient. "I feel so old!"
"You look like a very old, withering, dying man." Dan said sarcastically while me and Tasha tried to withhold our fits of laughter.
"Well when I am dead my lions shall devour my body before eating your lamas." Phil said evilly.
"Is it just me who thinks that sounds like a really dirty euthenism?" I asked, my response was even more laughter. Phil tried to keep his giggles back with a frown, glaring deep into my soul which threatened to break into laughter, and eventually did.

"Well you two don't seem psychopathic." Dan stated a few hours and four delicious coffees later.
"Nice of you to notice." I said with a giggles poking the end of my tongue out the corner of my mouth.
"That's not what I meant. I mean, and I'm probably going to regret this, but if you want to sign here," out of nowhere Dan pulled out a few forms with a load of boring, legal stuff.
"Wow, do you just casually carry that round with you everywhere?" Tasha said laughing at Dan's seriousness.
"These are the forms for you to move in to our apartment. We have a spare room if you don't mind sharing." He said. Me and Tasha shared an excited, wide eyed look. I dropped my legs from my chest and sat up straight, the two of us pulling Biro pens from our pockets. "Ah, now who carries crap with them everywhere!" Dan said, a sarcastic tone dominating his voice. "Just sign here." He handed us the forms, our shaking hands trying to steady themselves against the paper while we scribbled down our signatures.
That was it, it was official. We were going to live with Dan and Phil, YouTube sensations and the strangest people I had ever met.