Thanks for all the descriptions of yourselves! I'll use some of them in future chapters. For now, PJ and Chris's girlfriends aren't there. But they'll be there in the future.
Also I've decided to add in the last paragraph of the previous chapter at the start of each chapter from now on, so that if I take a lot of time to update for some reason then you won't have to go back and read the entire of the last chapter. Hopefully this will help jog your memory of the last chapter! I hope it's helpful. Let me know in a review and I'll decide whether it's a good idea to keep it or not.
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So many questions. But she'd have to be practically blind not to have noticed all the clues that I'd laid out for her. But maybe she's been feeling the same way as me. No. She can't... she can't like me like that. We barely even know each other that well.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by three knocks at the door. My head whipped up, I realised I'd been staring at the ground. Before I even had a chance to stand or even say a word, PJ had rushed to answer it.
And surely enough it was Natasha's voice coming from the other side of the door.
Natasha's POV
Of course I was excited to see Dan again, but whenever I thought about talking about last night with him, my stomach started turning somersaults. So I nervously waited outside the door, alongside Rose, who was desperately trying to regulate her breathing.
Only a few moments later, I heard shuffling coming from inside the house, then the sound of someone unlocking the door. When said person opened it, I recognised his face instantly. It was PJ, the one who also made videos on YouTube. I'd managed to see a few of his videos during that marathon I'd had recently. They were actually really good.
"Hi, you must be Natasha and Rose! I'm PJ. Come in," he smiled, opening the door further to allow us inside. Compared to outside the inside was really warm, and sent a rush of heat through my body.
He shut the door and lead us to the living room, where everyone else was.
Rose instantly covered her mouth with her hands. "Tash... we're in the same room as the Fantasic Foursome!"
"And this is my best friend Rose, everyone," I said sarcastically, then when I looked around I realised Dan wasn't there. "Where's Dan?"
"Getting some hot chocolate for everyone," PJ said, "And that over there is my friend Chris who's being very antisocial at the moment."
"Shut up PJ, I'm tweeting!" Chris tutted, and PJ sighed and ushered us to sit down on the sofa next to Phil, who was also on his laptop. When he noticed us, he took off his headphones and smiled warmly.
"Hey," he said, and I laughed internally when I realised that Rose had chosen to sit next to him.
"Hi Phil," Rose chirped before I could even say anything. "Whatcha doing?"
She leaned over his laptop. He was on Twitter too.
"Twitter... I'm sorry, I'll get off now." He shut the lid of his laptop and started chatting to Rose. For some reason I couldn't help but notice that those two got on really well. They had similar personalities as far as I knew.
"Ah, here comes the hot chocolate," PJ announced as Dan walked into the room with a tray of hot chocolates for everyone. My eyes lit up as soon as I saw him.
"Dan!" I couldn't help but squeal, I was so happy to see him. Instantly regretting my actions, I shut my mouth and diverted my eyes as if I didn't say anything.
"Ladies first," Dan chuckled, deliberately walking away from PJ and Chris who frowned. He walked instead in my direction, handing me a hot chocolate.
"Thanks," I smiled, wrapping my hands around the warm mug and taking a sip, just as he handed Rose hers, then PJ and Chris, and Phil last.
"Why is mine always last?!" Phil whined, and Dan laughed, walking over and plopping down on the sofa next to me, so all four of us were squashed onto one sofa.
"Because you're the least important," he said.
"I'm not!"
"This hot chocolate is delicious, Dan... how are you so amazing at everything?" I giggled, and I swore I saw him blush slightly. Shaking it off he smiled, leaning back on the sofa.
"I'm just an amazing guy," he smirked, but then PJ cut in.
"I thought Phil was the one who was amazing?"
"Nah, he just puts that in front of his name to make him look cool."
"Hey!" Phil frowned.
"Don't worry Phil, they're just bullies," Rose smiled, shuffling closer to him.
"See, listen to Rose. Stop bullying me," Phil said.
"So..." I began, looking into Dan's chocolate brown eyes, my gaze lingering for a bit too long. "What is this video about?"
He went on to explain the video, as everyone else chatted in the background. We'd seemed to have split ourselves into three groups of two: Chris and PJ, Phil and Rose and me and Dan.
I ended up lying back on the sofa next to him. Taking the final sip of my hot chocolate, I placed it on the coffee table beside the sofa alongside Dan's.
"So am I going to do anything or...?" I wondered. He had invited me over, but what for? To actually help with the video, or simply for the sake of keeping him company?
"You can if you want to," he said. "It's up to you... do you want to be in it or not?"
"But if I am in it, won't people wonder who I am?"
"We can explain that you're our friends who are helping us out with the video."
"OK then. I'll be in it," I had a stupid grin plastered on my face, I was going to be in a video with Dan! And it sounded like it was going to be really fun too.
"Guys, should we get started now?" Dan called out, interrupting everyone.
"Yeah, get off that damn laptop Chris," PJ snapped, and Chris sighed, closing his laptop and putting it onto the floor.
"Look at Rose, she's practically on Phil's lap!" I chuckled, looking to the pair who were still chatting to each other. Rose's legs were slung over Phil's lap.
Rose stopped talking and turned to glare at me. "Shut up! I-I'm not on Phil's lap!"
I burst out laughing, as did everyone else as the pair blushed furiously, Rose reluctantly returning her legs back to their normal position on the floor.
"Well at least I'm not constantly flirting with Dan like you," she countered, "I've seen the looks you give him. You're practically begging for him to jump at you."
My jaw dropped, "What?! Now that's completely made up. Since when was I... flirting with Dan?"
"All the time," she chuckled under her breath.
"Ladies," Chris tutted, "I think we should get started on the video now, if you two want to be in it? Isn't that what Dan invited you for?"
"Yeah, definitely!" Rose said enthusiastically, "There's no chance I'm missing this opportunity."
"I'm in," I added, and just as we all started getting up, I remembered that neither Dan or I had mentioned last night yet. But we were going to have to bring it up eventually.
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"Dan, no! Stop chasing me with that damn pancake mixture!" I shrieked, as I sprinted down the hallway. I didn't know the house very well and had no idea where I was going, and was horrified when I realised that I'd reached the end of the living room. Dan came bounding in, his apron still on, and covered in food. We'd been having a food fight after filming the video... it was all quite complicated.
We'd just finished filming a cook-off. We'd split ourselves into three teams, Chris and PJ, Phil and Rose and me and Dan. The aim was basically to try and make the most insane dish that we could using only the ingredients that PJ already had in the house. It turned into a complete disaster, Dan and I ended up putting pasta in the blender and turning it into some horrific-looking mush. The finished result looked like dog puke. We were seriously the craziest lot around.
Once we'd finished the video and declared Dan and I the winners, since ours looked the craziest and most disgusting, we'd turned the camera off, and not knowing what to do with all the leftover food, basically started a food fight. Dan had made some comment to Phil about being a sore loser, and Phil had tossed a slice of pizza at his head. That was basically the declaration of war.
It had ended up being every man and woman for themselves, and for the last half an hour we'd been running round the house throwing food at each other. None of us actually cared that we were supposed to be grown adults, we still acted like a bunch of little kids.
"Haha, cornered," Dan chuckled, advancing in on me. I squealed, trying to make a run for it and dodge him. But I tripped over something on the floor and ended up splayed out on my front, Dan towering over me. I rolled over and glared up at him. Luckily I didn't manage to hurt myself, and remained unharmed.
"Dan, no!" I wailed as threw the mixture at my face, and I screamed, covering my eyes with my hands. Erupting into fits of laughter, I tried to wipe the horrible mess off of my face using my apron. Unfortunately this was going to do no good to my hair. I was probably going to have to wash it again.
He crouched over me, extending an arm to me. I willingly took his hand and allowed him to pull me to my feet. Still laughing, he helped me clean the mess off of my face.
"You're not angry at me, are you?" he asked.
"Of course not! Except I'm probably going to have to wash my hair again now," I frowned, trying to get as much of it as I could out of my hair. "And I'm getting you back for that, Mr Howell."
"Ha! I'd like to see you try!" he laughed, dashing out of the room to restock on supplies. Frowning determinedly, I hurried out quickly behind him. I was getting him back for that.
Rose's POV
Phil and I had opted out of the fight a while ago now. We were letting the rest of them get themselves covered in food. So we'd snuck upstairs into the guest bedroom to watch YouTube videos on Phil's laptop.
We lay on the sofa, quite close to each other. I had my head on his shoulder. And surprisingly he let me. But maybe he only thought of me as a friend. Phil was a really sweet guy, and I really liked him. He was much better in real life than in his videos.
We both burst out laughing at a funny part in the video. Why did his laugh sound so perfect?
The video ended and Phil closed the laptop, sitting up on the sofa. "I'm bored of this now, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, maybe we could throw a pie at Dan's head or something as revenge for him throwing that pancake mixture in your face," I suggested.
"Now that sounds like a good idea," Phil grinned to himself, "Except he'd probably throw more food at us and I don't particularly fancy getting any more covered in food."
"I know!" I grinned, the light bulb above my head almost glowing. "I could sneak down and touch his neck."
Phil burst out laughing. "He'd kill you! But I'd love to see his face. He absolutely hates it when people do that."
"We could hide in the corner or something without him noticing," I said, "Then jump out at him and scare him, and using that as a distraction we could put our plan into action."
"OK, sounds like a plan," Phil smiled, putting his laptop down and standing up from the sofa. The lack of his warm body next to mine made me feel cold all of a sudden. But I stood up and joined him.
"Follow me, we need to be quiet," I whispered, and for some reason I decided to hold his hand, which luckily he didn't object to. We tip-toed down the corridor to the top of the stairs, and could hear the fight going on from in the kitchen.
My heart skipped when Natasha raced by from down below, and Phil and I quickly ducked out of sight. We stayed at the top of the stairs, me keeping lookout and peering my head round occasionally.
Tucking a stray strand of hair back behind me ear, I peered round. The coast was clear. I beckoned Phil to follow me as we tried to shuffle down the stairs as quietly as possible. Luckily no one seemed to be around at the moment, and we managed to quickly hide ourselves in the storage cupboard under the stairs. It was quite cramped in here, so we had little personal space. Not that I minded being this close to him.
I peeked through the gap of the slightly ajar door, and saw Dan running out of the kitchen. Now was my chance. Throwing the door open, I leapt out in front of him, and he skidded to a halt, almost colliding with me. His eyes were wide in shock and surprise.
I reached out my hand and prodded his neck, and he instantly recoiled, face scrunching up in horror as he almost shrieked.
"What was that for?!" he cried, stumbling backwards. I burst out laughing as Phil emerged from the cupboard, joining in laughing when he saw the look of horror on Dan's face.
"Revenge for throwing food at us," I giggled, and he frowned like a little child back at me.
Just then the rest of them appeared behind Dan, all out of breath and panting, food remnants all over themselves. Natasha especially looked a mess.
Dan pointed an accusing finger at me. "She... she touched my neck!"
PJ, Chris and Natasha all started laughing. Dan spun around and glared at them.
"Go Rose!" Chris cheered.
"I think we should call it a draw now," PJ suggested, flicking some food from his hair.
"Yeah," Natasha agreed, "You need to edit that video anyway, don't you?"
"Good point," PJ nodded, "How about we all sit down and watch a movie whilst us four edit the video? Then we can get dinner and decide where to go from there. You're welcome to stay the night if you want to. We were planning to perhaps go out together tomorrow."
"What... you... going outside?" Natasha gasped, "Are you sure it's safe out there?"
Dan laughed. "Outside is a dangerous place for us internet homos."
"What, can we stay the night?" I asked elatedly.
"If you want to," PJ replied.
I looked to Natasha. She looked back and smiled. That was the thing about us, we could communicate using facial expressions.
"Yeah, we'll stay," I grinned.
"Great! Now let's choose a movie to watch and get comfortable," PJ exclaimed, leading us into the living room, everyone trailing along behind like a long congo line, but without the dancing of course.
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