You're Special (A Dan Howell and Phil Lester Fanfic)

Chapter 20- Dan

Dans POV

I heard Kandee typing fast on her computer. What was she typing?

I'm guessing she isn't hearing herself type because it is loud and fast.

She also has a 'THIS IS SRS BSNSS' face on. She looks concentrated on what she's writting. I'm so curious of what it is.

She stops and stares at the screen. Then continues typing. Then later she stops and stares at the screen. Then continues writting. And once more again. Just as I think she's finished I lean to look at her screen... What? I'm curious!

She attemps to switch tabs but fails. She trys again and succeds.

Before she switched tabs I saw the word 'Dan:' on it. Why was she typing my name?

I also saw a whole bunch of other stuff under it, but she changed tabs before I could read.

Was that a...List?

About a million questions enter my mind.

I look at the page.

"Fanfiction?" I ask. Does she read it? Write it?

"No..." She says. Her face is a little red.

"Sure..." I say. I return to my laptop.

I'm so curious of why she typed my name. Was it good? or bad?

After like a few hours of sitting on the couch, Phil says "I'm Hungry."

"Me to..." Kandee says.

"Yea... but what are we going to have?" I ask.

"Pasta?" Kandee says.

"Sounds good!" Phil says.

Kandee goes to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I was shopping the other day... wait? Where did it go?!" Kandee says.

"What?" Phil asks.

"UGGH! I think I left it on the bus!" Kandee says.

Phil and I look at each other.

"Was it in a target bag?" Phil says.

"Yes. How did you know?" Kandee says.

"Wait here..." Phil grabs my flat keys off the table and walks next door.

I ask Kandee what it is. She doesn't answer. I ask why it's in a target bag, see as we don't have a target.

"The original bag ripped and I randomly had a target bag." She says.

Phil returns with the bag.

"Here." He says handing her the bag.

She pulls out a book.

"Look." I walk to the kitchen where she is. I look at the book.

"IT'S A FRICKEN DELIA SMITH COOK BOOK!" I say excitedly.

"Yep. I figured I would buy an english cook book!" She says.

"You cook?" Phil asks.

"Yes I can. My mom was a chef." Kandee says.

"Awesome." Phil and I say.

Kandee flips through the book to find a Pasta recipe.

"This one?" Kande asks.

We nod in response.

"Mkay." She says. "Wanna help?"

"No. I will just end up burning it." I say.

"I'll help! Come on." Kandee says. "To make it even better! Lets film it!"

Phil and I nod.

Kandee goes to get a camera. She sets it up and starts recording.

"Hello Marshmellows! I am here with Dan and Phil! Their YouTube channels will be down below! Their usernames are Amazingphil and Danisnotonfire! We are going to cook today! Who's recipe are we following?" Kandee asks me.

"DELIA SMITH!" I say.

"Yes. And who is she?" Kandee asks Phil.

"An English cook." He answers.

"Right! Now lets get cooking!" Kandee says. She says the recipe and the ingrediants. Luckly she has all of them.

She made Phil and I scavenger for it though.

We failed miserably.

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30 minuets later

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"TIME TO TASTE!" Phil says excitedly.

With Kandees help...well she did most of it but... ANYWAY!

It looked really good.

It was already set into bowls. Yum.

"Yes!" I say.

"Who wants to go first?" Kandee asks. We both shake our heads. "Babies..."

She takes a bite of the pasta.

"It's really good!" She gives a thumbs up to the camera.

I went next. It was really good! "I approve!!" I say also giving a thumbs up.

"PHILS TURN!" Kandee says.

He takes his bite. "I think we did a good job!" Phil says.

"I think the real reason it was so good was because it was a recipe by DELIA SMITH!" I say.

They laugh and nod.

"OK guys! So you heard it from theses Hobos--" I cut her off.

"HOBOS? Excuse me?!" I say.

"Forget him. Anyway! Try this at home youself! If these guys can do it, then so can you! I will see Y'all later! BYE!!!" Kandee says. We all say bye and wave.

Kandee walks over to the camera and turns it off.

We all grab our bowls and sit on the couch. We eat!

Phil turns on the tv. We eat, watch tv, and small talk.