Chp 2: Meeting Dan and Phil
A/N: Ahaha, since this is a READER insert, so I obviously put myself as the reader as I'm writing it and rereading it, so if some parts that show the reader's personality don't apply to you, I'm super sorry T^T Those traits most likely apply to me so I'm very sorry in advance! I hope you forgive me! *bows sheepishly* Sumimasen, reader-san! (NOTE: Sumimasen means sorry in Japanese O^O I'm weeb shit I'm sorry)
You arrived at school with an emotionless expression on your face. When people stopped to say, "I heard your parents died in a car crash, I'm sorry!" or "Hey, what happened?" you would just shoot them a glare. You usually weren't this rude and you knew it was wrong to do that, but now you didn't care.
Entering Science class, you took your seat behind your best friend, Matt Emerson, and started staring at the back of his head for no reason.
He slowly turned around and spoke, "Hey [y/n], I can feel your eyes burning holes in the back of my head, dude," He laughed a little.
You shot a glare at him, "Does it look like I actually care, Emerson?"
He widened his eyes a little bit, but didn't dare say anything else and turned back around, facing the front of the room.
Class started and the teacher, Mrs. Scott told the class, "Okay class! Take out your homework and pass it to the person in the front of your row!"
The class complied with her request and she collected the papers, looking through all of them.
"Ah," She spoke, "[y/n], you didn't answer the last question, 'What is one difference between animal cells and plant cells.'"
You looked up, your [e/c] eyes striking a little bit of fear in her, "I apologize, Mrs. Scott. I did not have enough time."
Secretly, the teacher's favourite student was you, so she gave you a chance to regain the points lost from your unanswered question.
"Uhm, Miss [l/n], I'll give you a chance to win back those points lost by answering this question; what is the mitochondria?"
You quickly responded, "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."
The class and the teacher were all shocked, Mrs. Scott hadn't taught this yet.
You merely shrugged and went back to staring down at your desk.
{Time Skip brought to you by Phil's striking blue eye O^O}
After school, you walked out of the main entrance to find your aunt leaning against her car in the parking lot. You checked the time on your watch; 3:07 PM.
You sighed and walked over to the Mini Cooper, "What are you doing here?" you asked her monotonously.
Aunt Helen rolled her eyes, "I'm here to pick you up, you poor excuse of a kid. Get in the passenger seat, and put your bag in the back." She walked to the front of the car to go sit in the driver's seat.
You did as she said and put your bag in the back and sat in the front seat.
Once you closed the door your aunt started blabbering, "You know, I don't even know why you go to this school! Isn't this school for kids with high marks? Hah! I bet you don't even have anything higher than a B minus!"
'She doesn't know anything about you [y/n],' You told yourself, 'Just play some music.'
You put on your headphones and started playing some music until you got to your house.
"Go pack up, I'll be out here waiting for your lazy ass." Your aunt commanded.
You just got out of the car and went into your house.
You packed almost everything you had; clothes, toiletries, etc. You were about to leave with your one suitcase and two bags, until you saw a photo of your parents and yourself in a picture from a month ago. You stared at it for a long time until you grabbed it and put it in your big bag.
The sound of concrete against the suitcase wheels made you cringe a little bit as you dragged it outside to your aunt's car.
You practically threw your bags and suitcase into the back before going back to sit in the passenger seat.
"Hah, about time. You were about as fast as a snail in a sea of molasses," Helen chuckled at her own insult.
Putting on your headphones, you turned on your music while glancing at her with the most confused expression ever. What even was that insult?
{Time skip to a week later brought to you by 12 year old Dan's shit hair o~o}
You've lived at your aunt's house for about a week now and you hated it.
She never had enough food in the fridge since she was on a "diet."
She kept emotionally and verbally abusing you, saying things like, "You were so much better back then," and "Ugh, why are you so fat? You should go on a diet like me." (Frankly, you were the average weight for your height.)
Apparently, your aunt has taken a shine to physically abusing you. You had bruises almost everywhere. Your arms, legs, stomach, and the most recent one; on your eye. You hid it with an eye patch and it worked well.
Papers were scattered across your desk, filled with failed attempts at creating the perfect escape plan. Finally, you created the perfect plan.
You started to pack most of your things in your one big bag, but only the necessities. Your one pair of black pants; eight of your shirts, outerwear, a few toiletries, and the framed picture of you and your family.
It was 4:29 PM, and you knew that your aunt was still at work at this time. Your aunt was a plumber, and it didn't surprise you.
You opened the window of your room and stuck your head out. Not many clouds today. It wasn't going to rain.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you didn't hesitate to jump out of the window. Helen's house was only a one story house anyways.
The wad of cash in your pocket was bulging, looking as if it were going to explode.
The police station was only a ten minute walk from your aunt's house, but it took about seven minutes for you since you ran.
The automatic sliding doors slid open as you walked near the sensor. Your legs took you to the front desk and you simply stated, "I would like to report child abuse."
The man at the front desk looked up from his crossword puzzle, "What...?"
"I said; I would like to report child abuse."
"Oh, okay," He took out a wad of papers from one of the drawers in his desk, "Just fill out these papers and we'll interrogate you afterwards." He continued to finish his crossword puzzle.
You nodded, took the papers, sat down in one of the chairs and got to work.
It didn't take you long to finish the paperwork and you gave the packet to the man at the front desk, who started on his second crossword puzzle.
He only glanced up, "You finished?"
You only nodded once.
"Okay, I told my buddies that you needed to be interrogated, just go down that hallway and it's the second door to your left," He pointed to a hallway that didn't look that big.
Again, you nodded. Down the hallway. Second door to your left. You walked into the interrogation room and there stood a middle aged woman with cinnamon coloured hair and a blond man in his early twenties.
The woman smiled, "Hi! What's your name?"
"[y/n] [l/n]," you replied.
"What a beautiful name! I'm Officer Rogers, and this young man over here is Officer Stark."
The man gave you a small smile, "Hey!"
"So," Officer Rogers said, "will you please take a seat over here?" She gestured over to a metal chair, which didn't look so comfortable. You took a seat anyways.
"Okay," Stark started, "so basically we're going to ask you a few questions," You nodded, and he continued, "But first, are you comfortable with showing us any injuries?"
You thought about this for a moment. You knew you needed to show them the bruises for proof, but some of those bruises were in... places... that you didn't want to show. You furrowed your eyebrows and stared at the also metal table.
Rogers noticed the trouble you were having with trying to answer the question, so she told you, "You can just show us the injuries in places you are comfortable showing us."
Again, only a nod was the reply.
They asked you several questions, similar to the ones in the packet of forms you had to fill out.
Now, it was time to show them the bruises. Thank god you were wearing a sports bra. You turned around in the chair, back facing them, and pulled your plain black t-shirt over your head and rolled up your black jeans. But they were more of a really, really, really dark gray colour.
You heard two sharp intakes of breath, "Ooh," the woman grimaced, "Man, these are only bruises, but these are really nasty ones. What do you think, Stark?"
Then, Officer Stark's voice was heard, "I might have to agree with you there, Rogers. Also, [y/n], it's okay for you to put your shirt back on."
You put on your shirt.
After that, they told you to wait in the waiting room, so you did as they told and there sit the man at the front desk, working on another crossword puzzle.
You waited while staring at the clock.
One minute...
Two minutes...
Three minutes...
Four minutes...
Five...
Six...
"Miss [l/n]?" Officer Rogers called out.
You looked at the woman and she gestured for you to follow her.
Instead of the interrogation room, she took you to what seemed like her own office.
She grinned at you, "Take a seat! Get comfortable!" She walked behind the desk and sat in the swivel chair. The chair in her office was padded, that meant you could comfortably sit down, so you did. The woman looked excited.
"Okay," the woman spoke, "So I've already called your aunt and you have been removed from her custody." You silently cheered. "Now we're moving you to a foster home until someone wants to adopt you." Oh. "But don't worry! These people are very nice. Go get your things."
That sort of made you relieved, but not all that relieved.
Your bag was near the crossword-puzzle-man, as he said he would take care of it while you were gone, so you did as she said and went to go get your things.
Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you walked back to Officer Rogers' office to find her speaking on the phone with someone.
"Yes, she's thirteen and her name is [y/n] [l/n]," There was a pause, "Yes... No, sorry... Okay then! She will be there in about fifteen minutes... Okay... Thank you!"
The woman looked at you, "Hey, [y/n]! Come in, come in!" You stepped into the office and sat in the chair. "So, you're going to be staying in a foster home until someone wants to adopt you, got it?" You nodded.
She grinned, "Okay! The people you'll be staying with are the Carter ladies! Again, they're nice people, don't worry."
{Time skip brought to you by cat whiskers! Nya~}
The ride there wasn't that long, as the ride was 10 minutes long.
The Carters' house wasn't that big, but big enough to hold enough living space for about four to five people.
Officer Rogers dropped you off at their house, so you just spent five minutes on the sidewalk thinking about how you were going to greet the two people.
Should the greeting be cheery? No, then you'd look too peppy and annoying.
Maybe it could be blunt? No, then you'd look dull and boring.
You shook your head and just decided to wing it.
While walking up the driveway, the door already swung open to reveal two old women. One with pure white hair that hung on a low ponytail and wore long dress with a flower design, and the other with her silvery hair in a bun and wore a striped long-sleeved shirt and some light blue sweatpants.
The lady with the pure white hair greeted, "Why, hello there! You must be [y/n]! I'm Donna Carter, you can just call me Donna. This is my wife, Sally Carter."
Sally smiled lightly at you, "Call me Mrs. Carter."
You nodded and pressed your lips into a flat line, "Hi Donna, Hi Mrs. Carter. Thanks for letting me stay with you."
"It's our pleasure," Sally replied, "Please, come in! We made baked ziti!"
Walking in, you glanced at their analog clock, it read; 7:34 PM.
You thought to yourself, 'Hm... Maybe I'm gonna like it here.'
{Time skip brought to you by Phil's destroyed lion onesie ;-;}
It's been a week since you moved into your foster home, and you liked it, but you thought it was boring. You were definitely happier and cheerier; almost back to the old [y/n].
The two elderlies concluded that you didn't need to go to school, since they thought you were going to get adopted in one week, because they believed that you were a very nice girl, even though you cursed, but they allowed it.
It's been a week.
You didn't get adopted.
During that week, you've recently became a big fan of these two YouTubers, Dan Howell and Phil Lester. You watched all of their channel's videos in only six days since you had a lot of time on your hands.
Today was the seventh day. The time was 6:27 PM.
You didn't get adopted.
Sitting in your room, which was connected to a very small hallway that head to the front door, you decided to replay Pokémon Y since you already defeated the Pokémon Champion, and that old hobo guy this morning.
Ding dong...
There was silence.
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-ding-ding-dong...
There was more silence.
DING DONG...
The sound of the door softly opening echoed through the small hallway.
The voice of Donna was heard from down the hall, "Why hello! Might I ask what you are doing here?"
The voice that followed was nothing of what you expected, "Yeah, I was told that a girl was living here, waiting to be adopted?"
Your eyes widened slightly, that was Phil Lester's voice. That meant Dan was with him, of course.
"Ah, yes! Her name is [y/n] and she's thirteen! I'll go tell her to get ready!" You heard Donna tell them.
Her footsteps came closer to your room until she cracked the door open, "[y/n], a man is here to adopt you! Get ready!"
You nodded as she closed the door. Pulling on the only pair of pants you had, which was a pair of black jeans, you thought about what shirt you were going to wear, and you quickly decided to go for a plain black shirt; you didn't have time to decide what specific designs were going to be on your shirt. You pulled that shirt over your head and slipped on a dark blue flannel over that and rolled up the sleeves. You closed your eyes and pulled out two random socks from your sock drawer; today it was two black socks, but one had a neon green stripe around the heel part.
You swung open the door, ran out of it, and slid down the hallway in your sock-skates. "Hi!" You greeted Phil.
He smiled down at you, "Hi! I'm Phil Lester! You must be [y/n], right?" You nodded and smiled back up at him. He was tall, and you could picture how tall Dan was since he was an inch taller than Phil.
The both of you sat down and talked for a little bit, before Phil decided to adopt you.
On the outside, you were as cool as the fridge, but on the inside, man, you were internally jumping around in happiness. You were getting adopted!
Phil signed the papers and the Carters hugged you and handed you your bag of minimal items. As a going away gift, they gave you a homemade snow globe they made for you out of a mason jar with your favourite Pokémon, Fennekin, inside of the globe. They hugged you one last time until you went with Phil to sit in the cab, which had the cab driver in the driver's seat, and Dan sitting on the left side of the passenger's seat.
You got into the cab and gave Dan a small wave, "Hi, I'm [y/n]."
He gave you a smile and a tiny chuckle, "Hi, I'm Dan Howell! Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to see you-" You realized your mistake and blushed a bit, "I, uh, I-I mean, nice to meet you too!" You laughed nervously. You saw he was also laughing nervously, and Phil in shotgun, trying not to burst out laughing. Oh dear god, Dan hated you now.
"Haha, don't worry, I don't hate you," Dan told you, like he read your mind.
This new life... was going to get interesting...
A/N: AH FUCKBALLS I DIDN'T FINISH IN TIME T^T I finished at 11:33 PM on July 17th T^T and today is the 18th, so now I have to write the one-shot now TTUTT So I decided it was going to be called, "Dan Howell x Sister!Reader: Coffee or Tea?" AND NO IT'S NOT GOING TO BE INCEST. It's just going to be a little bit of bickering between two siblings. YES, there will be Phil involved in it! Hallelujah! So probably if I don't procrastinate, chapter three will be done in about three days! Yaayyy! I'm literally going to ask all of my friends to remind me to write chapter three (I'M LOOKING AT YOU KAT, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR REMINDING ME, GOT IT?) So yee, chapter three's gonna be called, "School?!" Because that's where all the drama starts~ hehehehehehehe aND THIS CHAPTER WAS 2792 WORDS