Disclaimer: I don't own Dan and Phil - as they are real people, and that'd be cruel and illegal if I did own them - or any references to their universe (such as TABINOF, PINOF, etc.) I don't own any locations, or any real life events/references/songs that you may recognize. I own Abigail Woods, my OC, and the plot.

Dan is 24. Phil is 28. Abigail is 23. But in 2013; Dan is 21, Phil is 25, and Abigail is 20. I am sorry if the ages are screwed up.

*This is written in present test on purpose. But, of course, anything written under 2013 or another year other than 2015 is past tense.

I also apologize for OOC behavior, especially Phil, but I promise that their personalities will shine through in the story as it develops.

Chapter 2: Twenty Questions

2015

Abigail Woods sat in Phil's room, listening to Mr. Brightside on full blast as she flipped through a Stephan King book. It was Saturday, and although she had a day off work today, she really wished she could be doing something productive.

Dan and Phil, her flatmates, had went to Tesco, and had texted her that they were on a cab going home. She told them that she misses them, and Phil - being the ball of sunshine he is - promised that he'd bring home a chocolate bar for her.

As if on cue, the door unlocks from downstairs, and Abi lowers the music, closing the book and walking to the door in her slippers and pajamas. She smiles a little when she sees Dan and Phil at the top of the stairs, holding Tesco bags and - as promised - a large Hershey's bar in Phil's hand.

"Can't that smile grow a little bigger?" Phil asks jokingly, placing a friendly kiss on Abi's cheek. "I bought your favorite kind of chocolate bar - Hershey's Cookie n' Creme."

Abigail shrugs. "You know how I am, Lester."

Dan nods as he walks back into the hallway, taking the Tesco bags out of Phil's hands to take them to the kitchen himself. Phil mumbles his thanks, and the two British adults go to the lounge, in which they set up a three way Mario Kart game.

"I might actually beat you, Woods." Phil smirks, turning on the TV as Abigail placed herself on the couch. "I've been practicing."

Abigail rolls her eyes. "You know, Lester, although you are the oldest in the household, you still have the dreams of a four year old."

Dan laughs, bringing in chips and coke into the lounge as he sat himself beside Abigail, taking a controller as Phil pouts, punching Abigail in the arm teasingly. Abigail just laughs bitterly, unwrapping her chocolate bar, and offering Dan a piece. He just bites the bar, leaving a sharp, cut curve on the edge of the candy bar. She narrows her eyes, and Dan smiles cheekily through chewing.

"Sorry, Phil." Abigail chews the Hershey's bar. "I promise I'll leave tomorrow. Get out of your hair."

Dan scoffs as Mario's voice rings through their ears. "Yeah. Okay."

His voice was sarcastic, and Abigail knew it. Phil, surprisingly, remained silent as the three chose their characters and go-karts. Dan lets Phil choose the course as Abigail looks at Dan with a frown on her face.

"Seriously, Dan. I don't want you guys to deal with me. I have enough money. I can live. I'll find my own flat, and I promise I'll be okay -"

Dan cuts off Abi's rants by pressing an index finger on her lips bluntly. "Shut up and play, Abi."

And Abigail obliged immediately, watching as the timer went to three, and on one, she sped past Phil and Dan, and smirked at their reactions.

2013

"Where have you been?!" Phil asked as soon as Dan walked up the stairs and into their flat. "You're nearly an hour late, and haven't answered my texts! I thought every fanfiction came true and you got ran over! I swear, Daniel Howell, I feel like your mother sometimes when you do stuff like this -"

Phil's rants were cut off when he watched in awe as a girl trailed behind Dan. She had short, spiky brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was a bit shorter than him, and she wore a dirty, grey hoodie, a scowl on her face.

"Who are you?" Phil questioned quizzically, trying not to sound rude. Abigail lowered her head, facing the door.

"Someone who shouldn't be here." she mumbled, and was about to walk out when Dan pulled lightly on her hoodie, sending her back to where she was. She silently groaned, and Phil just looked at the girl and Dan back and forth.

"This is Abigail Woods," Dan stated, "and she will be staying with us for a while."

Phil rose an eyebrow, and Dan just brushed Abigail to the lounge.

When they were sure she was out of sight, Phil pulled Dan to the corner and looked at him intensely.

"Dan," he started off, "you know I am one for helping others." Dan nodded.

"That's why I knew you would be okay with giving this girl a chance." he pressed, and Phil sighed.

"Daniel James Howell, you can't just bring a girl to our flat." Phil went straight to the point. "I know it's the holiday season, but she might be a serial killer, or someone who is obsessed with us. This might just be another phangirl, you know?"

Dan grit his teeth, curling his hands into a fist. He was slowly getting ticked. "She is not another phangirl, Phil." He growled. "She is someone who has been on the run for a month, and I just jumped into railway tracks to get her locket back."

Phil groaned. "You're an idiot."

"You're usually never like this, Phil!" Dan protested, and Phil just sighed.

"I am just be rational, Dan." Dan nearly turned his back on his friend. Phil groaned. "I am the older one here, and I need to make the decisions here. And I am saying that I am not sure about letting a girl, who was out on the streets, into our house."

Dan growled. "She is more than that, Phil. And if you don't accept my decisions, you can leave."

The words came out faster than they were supposed to, and Phil felt hurt. "Are you threatening to kick me out of our flat? Do you know the consequences to that, Dan -"

"I'm sorry." Dan blurted out. "I didn't mean it. I was being stupid."

Dan slumped against the wall, fighting off tears as he saw a glimpse of Abi pacing the floor in the lounge. She was probably listening to all of this, and she was probably hating on both of them at the moment. Dan winced at the thought.

"I don't want her to be alone." Dan murmured. "Not on Christmas. There's something about her, I'm telling you, Phil..."

Phil sat beside him, and Dan looked at him seriously. "I think she is...a game changer."

Phil didn't bother to ask what that meant, but instead, he just caved in with a sigh.

"Alright." Dan grinned. He won. Phil seemed to notice the glint of victory in Dan's eyes, and he just pointed a stubborn finger at him. "Just for the holidays, at least. Then we can figure out what to do." Phil added.

Dan smiled. "Perfect."

X~*~X

"I don't think your flatmate likes me," Abigail stated as Dan walked into the lounge. He frowned, looking over to his black haired friend, who sat on their sofa, munching on chips while staring quietly at Abigail - almost like he is observing him.

Dan groaned, but ignored the comment. "Let's play twenty questions."

Abigail rose an eyebrow, but didn't dare speak a word as she crawled onto the ground, crossing her legs and leaning against the bottom of the chair. Dan looked over at Phil, and Phil nodded solemnly, rolling off the sofa and onto the floor beside Abigail. She smiled her best. Surprisingly, Phil warmed up, and smiled as well.

"Before we begin," Phil said, "I want to apologize."

Abi smirked. "What for, Phil? You've done nothing wrong, except for letting a stranger in the house."

Phil laughed, and Dan grinned upon seeing them so happy.

'This might actually work.' Dan thought happily, and Phil started them off.

"Okay, do we all answer the question?"

"Might as well," Dan answered absentmindedly, and Abigail folded her hands in her lap. Phil nodded.

"Alright, first question - state your name."

Abigail giggled, and Dan rolled his eyes. "Really, Phil? We all know each other."

Phil grinned, and Abigail saw his internet personality shine through. "I am Phillip Michael Lester."

Dan shook his head, but answered anyway. "Daniel James Howell."

Everyone faced Abigail, and she blushed, wishing she could just hide in her hoodie. "I'm Abigail. Call me Abi."

Phil rose an eyebrow. Abigail sighed. "Abigail Elizabeth Woods."

Dan nodded, clearly interested, and things began to lighten up. He could feel it.

"Age?" Dan asked, and Abigail knew this question was more towards her than them. Phil answered anyway. "I am 25." He replied happily, and Abigail smiled - he certainly had a more joyous spirit than the average 25 year old.

"I am 21," Dan said, "which might as well be called the 'golden year'."

Dan was surprised his lame joke caught on, because Abi laughed. "I cannot wait. I am 20."

The brown haired Brit rose his eyebrow, curious. "You lived -"

Abi looked away. "Don't."

Dan could hear the tensity in her voice, and he knew that she had stressed out that she didn't want to talk about it. Dan tried to find words, but things have fallen silent, and any knowledge - or at least a damn apology - escaped his mind.

Phil cleared his voice. "Favorite color?"

2015

They finish their Mario game an hour later, after Dan nearly threw the controller at Phil in a joking way, and Phil almost cussed. They all had a laugh about it, and as Dan made some stir fry per request, Phil and Abigail watch TV in the lounge.

"I'm really sorry, Phil." Abi suddenly spoke out.

Phil looked at her as if she were a wild animal. "What could you possibly be sorry about?"

"Today," she takes a breath, "marks the second official year that I've stayed here."

Phil avoided her glance. "December 11th, 2013. The day I convinced Dan that buying his parent's Christmas gifts were better than nothing. And I guess I was right in some way, if you know what I mean, Abi."

Seeing Phil's smile made it harder for Abi to fight back tears. "I'm moving out."

"You always say that," Phil said almost immediately, but a small part in him worried.

Abi shook her head. "No. For real. I am moving."

Phil looked at her instantly, trying to fight back his own tears. "Abigail Woods, I know I was on the fence about it the first day I met you, but dammit, Abigail Woods, Dan was right - you are a game changer. The good one as well."

Abigail sniffled. "I am just a hobo living in your house."

Phil could hear the pain that was masked in her voice as he crawled over to hug Abigail tightly, and Abi just caved in and hugged him as well, coincidently in the hoodie that she wore on the very first day they met.

"Okay." she whispered.

Phil gave his best smile. "You are always welcome here."

Abigail nuzzled in the crook of Phil's neck, and as their TV blared on, Abigail sighed.

"I like him." she said softly. "That's one of the main reasons why I stay."

Phil understood, because this conversation had happened way too many times to count. "Of course."

X~*~X

Dan hummed in the kitchen, and he heard Abigail and Phil whispering, then laughing. He caught a glimpse of Abigail leaning on Phil.

His heart did a little fall, but with pain, he picked it back up, along with the soy sauce for the stir fry.

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