Dan and Phil had set up the upstairs office/game room/headquarters for me. They didn't make me explain too much; they probably saw how scared and confused I was already.
Let me explain: yes, I am a 10/10 fangirl and the only reason I kept my cool because I AM IN THEIR FLAT ! LIKE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HOW ELSE DO I ACT?
Okay—gotta calm the fuck down.
Maybe I should make a blog rant about this? Maybe I should write a fic!
Ugh. okay. I'll. Calm. Now. Dan. Phil. Ugh.
Anyways, I have absolutely no idea how this happened. All I did was fall asleep, and this is TOO much to be just a dream. This has to be real.
Oh great, it's 2AM. Although that is around dinner time for my body. Ugh. I need food.
I mean, they told me that I could help myself—maybe just some cereal.
I walk out, down the stairs, and see a faint light from in the lounge.
Should I look?
Okay I'll peek because the door is kinda open....
It's Dan. Just on his laptop.
"Hey Dan," I say quietly causing him to jump, "I'm sorry, I'm just absolutely starving."
"No no, it's okay, I understand the whole time difference thing," He explained looking sleepy. "Go ahead, do you need help with anything?"
"I don't think so, I was just going to make cereal—unless there are some rules I don't know about with cereal."
He giggled, "No, the cereals are in the far right corner of the kitchen,"
"Thanks," I say as I was about to leave, "wait, why are you awake?" I asked.
"Oh um, Internet," He says followed by a yawn, "yeah I should probably sleep."
"Yeah," I said as my stomach makes a mighty growl, "okay I'm going to go make food."
Dan laughs, "Good luck on your cereal quest."
Okay, into the kitchen, got the milk, found the cereal. I've never had shreddes. Time to try it I guess.
Boobity boop boop...
"Goodnight," I hear Dan's whisper right after I shove a spoon of cereal in my mouth. I hum a 'goodnight' sound in reply, which makes him giggle as he walked away to bed.
God dammit Howell.