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.