Dan POV
I was a fan. I still am. I started out as a viewer. A number on his screen. A small username lost in the depths of the internet. I've never had a best friend before, but watching him chatter on the screen made me feel something. A connection. And it wasn't a WiFi connection.
I tweeted him and bugged him. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted him to know what he's done for me.
And now here we are. About to Skype again. We've Skyped for hours each week for the past few months.
I lived in my parents' house still. I am 18 years old, so it isn't sad or anything. I promise. My walls are painted a depressing shade of gold and beige. My room was plain and kind of messy. Even though it was messy, everything was symmetrical. Just how I enjoy it.
Should I straighten my hair today? Hobbit hair is happening. I don't think I'll straighten it. Phil likes my hobbit hair even though I don't. I wore a black sweatshirt and black jeans with rips in the knees. If your outfit absorbs light, then it's right. I curled up onto my bed and opened my laptop. 11:37 pm. Philip should be ringing at any moment.
A short tune started to play from the computer. Phil's icon popped up.
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If the Train Never Arrived- a Phan Story
FanfictionDan and Phil had been Skyping for weeks now. The time had finally arrived for them to meet. But what if Dan's train never arrives? Is Dan okay? Will Dan and Phil ever meet? Will they ever make history? "This is the most fun I've ever had."
