fantasising realism - phanfiction

a mystery

it's midnight, phil is browsing the internet, snuggled up in his blue & green covers. "comfy" he thinks to himself as he tightly squeezes his teddy.

*beep*

"what could that be? i'm lonely so it can't be a 'friend.'" whispers the tall, pale man. he looks at his phone and he is surprised when a notification is shown on his phone.
"daniel howell?" phil says to himself quietly, almost worried. he looks at the message:

[daniel howell] hello, my name is daniel

phil doesn't know whether to reply or not. maybe it's a spam business message. he decides to reply.

[phil lester] hi. why are you texting me?
[daniel howell] because i like you
[phil lester] what?
[daniel howell] your youtube videos.
[phil lester] oh, sorry
[daniel howell] i sort of need, editing tips

"editing tips?" phil thinks to himself, "i suck at editing, oh well"

[phil lester] my skype is amazingphil
[daniel howell] okay, call you soon!

at this point, phil is worried. millions of thoughts are flying though his head: what if he's a hacker, or stalker? what if he is rude to me?
what if, what if. phil was anxious.

*ring ring*
it is daniel
*ring ring*
"i have to answer" he thinks

"hello. p-ph-phil."
"hi daniel!"
"ca-call me d-dan p-please"
"okay."
"so dan, what do you need help with?"
"everything."
"everything?"
"everything."

phil zones out. he thinks that dan is sort of cute. whoops.

"phil?"
"oh. sorry. so what do you need help with?"
"everything. i said already"

phil is not very good at actually helping people, he just guides them. quite frankly, phil is too immersed in dans eyes to even realise what he is doing.

"i use a software called after effects cs6"
"okay thanks"