When I woke up, I was in a semi-familiar bed. I could tell I was in Dan's room from all of the brown. As I gained more consciousness, I realized I was in Dan's bed with him. This didn't freak me out as much as it probably should have, but I was still half asleep. I rolled off of Dan's bed and threw on the nearest jumper. My vision was kind of blurred and I realized I slept with my contacts in. Shit. I jumped up, ignoring the lightheadedness of getting up too quickly, and looked for my bag. Thank god Dan had brought it into his room last night and left it by the door. Or maybe it was Phil, I don't know.

I grabbed for the contact case and took the contacts out of my eyes. I put my glasses on and decided I'd clean my contacts later. I grabbed my laptop and headed out of Dan's room. As I walked out into the kitchen, I undid my hair from its hair tie and let it hang loosely down my back. The kitchen and the lounge were both completely deserted. I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I sat at the breakfast bar and opened up my laptop. I scanned through my email, and there was nothing important, and then headed to YouTube. I didn't know what exactly to search, so I scrolled down to see if anyone I had subscribed to had put up a new video: nothing. I gave up on finding something to watch and went onto . I went to one of my favorite authors and saw that they posted a new story. It had a ship I'd never heard of: Phan. I was just about the click on the link when I heard a door open behind me. I turned around and there stood Phil. Kind of.

He had just stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his shoulders; water dripped from his hair into his eyes.

We made eye contact, and he blushed and went into his room. I was pretty sure I was blushing too as I turned back to the computer. A few minutes later, I heard Phil's door open again. I turned around to see him wearing dark skinnies, a purple Dr. Pepper shirt and glasses.

"Morning," he said, going towards the cupboards.

"It's like one in the afternoon," I sighed watching him, but trying to it nonchalantly. He started to make coffee then stopped.

"You want some?" he asked.

"No thanks," I said as I continued to act like I was interested in the computer, but I was honestly having more fun watching him walk around the kitchen making coffee and cereal. I must have spaced out, 'cause the next thing I knew was that Phil was sitting down beside me setting down two bowl of cereals, one in front of me and the other in front of him.

"So..." I started awkwardly.

"What are you reading?" Phil asked, looking at my computer screen.

"Um, well one of my favorite authors just posted a new story, but I'm not really sure what it's about."

"What's the ship?" Phil asked; he actually sounded interested, unlike most of the people I've met.

"I'm not really sure, the summary just says, 'OMG I CAN'T THE FEELS ASDFGHJKJKKKKKL; A Phan Story.' I'm not totally sure what Phan is, though."

"Oh... do you want me to explain it?"

"Yeah, if you want to. Or I could just read until I figure it out."

"OK so basically, it's me shipped with your brother."

"Wait what?!" I asked once I recovered from the initial shock. People ship my brother, with Phil.

"Yeah we have no idea where they get it from," Dan said from behind me.

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Before I could go on, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey Pj, Chris come on in," Dan said while leading two other guys into the kitchen. I perked up at hearing Pj's name but, then I realized I didn't know if it was my Pj.

"Hey which one of you guys got the girl? Let me guess: Dan?" the shorter guy said.

"Oh God no. Chris that's my sister, Mackenzie. Mackenzie this is Chris, and that's Pj," he said. I gave a small wave.

"So we meet again, Howell of the female sort; prepared to be defeated," Pj said. taking a ninja position.

"Wait, you two know each other?" Dan asked.

"Yeah I'm her writing mentor at Uni," Pj said.

"Wait, you go to Manchester?" Dan asked in complete shock.

"Yeah, you would know if you talked to me," I said a little too sharply. To my defense, being in a room full of guys who were way older then you would make you want to hold your own ground.

"Oh snap, she does have you their Dan. You never mentioned having a sister before," Chris said before flopping onto the couch and turning on the TV. The news blarred out of the speakers saying, "And in latest news, Miss Lindsey Benedict has been found dead last night in her dorm room at Manchester University. Right now the latest suspect is her roommate, Mackenzie How-"

I didn't hear anymore because I ran away from the TV and headed into the only room I knew that had a lock: the bathroom. I quickly locked the door and slide onto the floor with my back against the tub and my knees pulled up the my chin.

Oh god, what was I going to do? Everyone was going to hate me, I would have to go to prison and-

No I had to stop thinking like that. I mean, sure, they might still hate me, but it wasn't like I was guilty or anything. No I wasn't guilty; I don't even know when she died. How could they blame me, they have no evidence, right? Shit, I left my phone there, but I didn't touch anything besides the door handle, probably rubbing off all other fingerprints. Great, just great. There was a knock at the door.

"Kenzie? You ok?" It was Pj. I didn't say anything, but got up and unlocked the door before returning to my prior position. Pj hesitantly opened the door.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me, but I knew that he would. He walked in and sat down next to me.

"Care to explain?"

"I didn't kill her, if that's what you mean."

"Well no shit, Sherlock," Pj said, smiling a little. "I've known you officially for what, a little over two months? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't kill your roommate."

"Then what is there to explain?"

"Well, maybe why you panicked when the news people said you were the main suspect. Even though I'm almost positive that you weren't even at your house when your roommate died."

"I don't know, I just did. I didn't know how you or Dan or Phil or Chris would react."

"Well, if you're innocent, which I'm sure you are," Pj added hurriedly, "then I think you should go and explain to not only the three remaining members of the Fantastic Foursome, but the police as well. Just so that they don't bust down Dan's door looking for you or anything drastic like that."

Just at that moment, we heard someone else knocking on the door. It was the police by the sounds of it.

"Pj..." I trailed off; I was petrified, and it probably showed on my face, too.

"Calm down," Pj said firmly. "You told me yourself you're innocent. You can tell them too." He stood and offered a hand to help me up. I took his hand, but stopped him as he headed for the door.

"But you're easier to talk to, and what if they don't believe? Oh God, what if they like arrest me or something?"

"Kenzie, listen to me." He made me look him in the eye. "I swear that I will help you get out of this, and so will the rest of us. They might question you, 'cause you ran away from a crime scene, but I'll try to do all I can do to make sure you don't get arrested. Where were you before you went to your dorm?"

"I was at the ShakeAway, when I realised I wanted to look over my story one more time before I handed it in. Shit, I was suppose to hand that in."

"Email it to me, I'll give it to Mr. Symes for you. So, you went to your dorm at roughly what time?"

"Maybe at like 11:30, I'm not sure. I just know that I got here around midnight after running from the dorms."

"Ok, now can you tell them that?" he asked, gesturing at the door.

"You'll stay with me right?"

"Absolutely."

"Ok let's go," I said nervously, but I didn't make a move towards the door.

"Yup, let's go," Pj said with a smirk, opening the door.