AN: This chapter was hard to write cause I want to lengthen the story as much as possible. Love you all! -Georgia

I woke up to a knock on my door. I stumbled to the door, rubbing my eyes. I opened the door. Dan stood there, grinning, wearing pajamas. His face brightened even more (if that was possible).

"Good morning. Did I wake you up. I think I'm sober now."

"Woah. Dan. Take a chill pill. I just woke up."

"Can you come over? Phil wants to see you. And I want to hang out with you now that we are friends again."

"Sure. Let me get changed though." I closed the door, walked into my room and over to my closet. I pulled out llama leggings and a black sweatshirt. I put them on as fast as possible and then walked to the door. I opened it and Dan was leaned against the wall.

"Ready?" He asked. "Woah. I love your leggings."

"Thanks. Let's go, I miss your apartment. And Phil. But mainly your apartment."

"You mean flat."

"Crap. Yeah, flat. I have been talking to my American friends again and I got out of the habit of saying flat."

We walked to his flat in silence. He unlocked the door and motioned for me to walk into his flat. I walked into the familiar room and saw Phil on the couch eating cereal from a bowl with no milk and no spoon. I walked up behind him, took a piece of cereal, and munched on it happily.

"Dan!" He turned, pouting. "Oh. Hey Les."

"Hey Phillip. Dan said you missed me?"

"Yeah. I want more honey chicken and I want it now."

"It's morning."

"You left me having to eat either take out or Dan's cooking. And Dan cooking is scary."

"It was only 3 days."

"And it was a terrifying 3 days."

"Ah hush Phil." Dan muttered annoyed. Phil stuck out his tongue.

"Well young Phillip, you're in luck. I missed you too."

"I'm 4 years older than you."

"Shhhhh, no one has to know that." I said to him.

"Guuuuuys! I'm booooooooooooored." Dan said to me and Phil.

"Is that a key board? Which of you guys play?" I asked, motioning to the electronic keyboard sitting in the corner.

"Oh. I do." Dan said, pulling the keyboard onto his lap. He turned it on and started playing Für Elise. It was absolutely gorgeous. Dan looked at me embarrassed. "I'm not that good."

"Yeah, you're not good. You're AMAZING." I exclaimed

"I can teach you how to play."

"Really?" I asked shocked.

"Of course. That's what friends do." I sat down next to him and he moved his hands and grabbed mine, setting them down on the right keys. "Okay press this finger and then this finger and repeat that 2 more times."

"Like this?" I asked playing the parts.

"Yeah. Perfect. Now this key. Then this. Now this." He said, pushing down the keys. "Ok now you try."

I got the first part done but when I had to try something new, I blanked. Dan sat next to me and put his hands over mine, and started playing. I tried again and managed to finish it. He taught me the rest of the songs.

"Yay! Now you know one hand of the song. You play that and I'll play the other part." And we played the song together. "That sounded amazing." Dan finally said.

"That was so fun."

"I'm still bored." Dan groaned. "Let's go for a walk."

"Sure." I stood up. "But I have to grab a jacket." I ran and grabbed a jacket and a pair of boots and met Dan at his door.

"Ready?" He asked and we took the elevator down.

We crossed the street and walked down to a park that was close to our house. "So, Dan, how's life been?"

"I don't know. Good I suppose. How about you. I heard you went on a date with some idiot."

"Oh, it wasn't a date and Ryan wasn't all that bad."

"Yeah he was. I sort of ran into him at the pub and he said he just wanted to get into your bed."

"What?!" I asked confused.

"He told me that. Also, he may or may not have a black eye now, I don't really know for sure. I didn't have time to check." He said sheepishly.

I laughed. "Well, that probably deals with him. Now I know not to talk to him." I leaned up and gave Dan a hug. "Thanks Dan." I said, kissing him on the cheek in a friendly manner.

Dan blushed intensely. "Uh- your welcome Les. Now let's go home. I'm an internet person, I'm not meant to be outside this long."

We went back to his apartment and hung out for a while. By noon, I had lunch made (honey chicken of course or Phil would have killed me) and we were eating. After that, I had to go home to study for a big test that I had coming up. I had studied for a couple hours when I got a call from Dan.

"Go on tumblr and type in Dan Howell now." He said urgently.

I pulled out my laptop and searched up Dan Howell in the box. My jaw dropped. "Oh my god."

AN: I love cliff hangers, don't you? So much fun to write and watch you all complain. I do love you guys though. Oh yeah, does anyone know who Andrew Jakubowski is? I think he's in a band called The Adjective and for some reason, he decided to follow me on twitter and idk who he is and he has like 18.3 k followers and I'm so confused so if anyone knows who he is, tell me! -Georgia