Sorry, Wrong Number [Dan Howell]

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Christine walked into the coffee place Dan and herself scheduled to meet the first time. She looked around while holding her purse tightly. She was going to finally meet Dan. She was going to finally meet the person who kept her sane all these hard times. The person who made her laugh. The person who just cheered her up. Her best friend.

She finally spotted her brunette friend at one of the tables in the back, a booth next to a window. Somehow he knew that was an aesthetic of hers. She sashayed over awkwardly, excited. She was right behind him now. She tapped his shoulders as he turned around.

"Christine?" he asked, getting up and making a hand gesture for her to sit down. She could spot his phone on the table open to his music. Fall Out Boy was playing. She grinned and sat, trying not to break into a creepy stalker smile.

"Bit redundant, but yeah," she shrugged. As if on queue, a waitress arrived with coffee. It seemed that Dan ordered for her. A latte with a lot of milk, just how she told him.

"It's good to meet you. If you could use the word 'meet'," she said again. Christine found it awkward when people didn't respond to her and she'd have to talk and be annoying. It was even worse in real life rather than on the internet.

All Dan did instead of answer was just stare into her eyes. 

"Dan, you're creeping me out, man."

"Sorry, you're just so amazing." He mentioned, coughing awkwardly afterward. It was such an awkward happenstance, Christine almost regretted going.

She bit her lower lip and blushed lightly, looking down at her coffee. It was a caramel colour. Very pretty, very pretty. She had to just stare at something to get rid of the odd chatter. It was a compliment, though. Maybe she should've said something.

She swallowed. "I always thought what I was gonna say if I ever met you," she started, playing with her. She sucked in her teeth. A nervous tick.

Dan muttered a 'hm?' before Christine continued.

"When I was a teenager, I ran away. Yeah, that lasted about two days before I cried to my mummy about never doing it again. She wasn't even mad," she chuckled emptily. "I grew up in a rich house. I never knew why I ran away, but now that I've sort of grown I do know why. It's because I was lonely."

She paused for effect. This was her speech she didn't prepare, but always thought of.

"Since I was fourteen, I was always lonely. When you have money you don't need friends, right? That's what my parents thought. I was pretty much isolated. Not on purpose, but they thought everyone was too poor. Stupid misogynistic snobs.

"When I was eighteen, I moved out. I didn't go to college because what a fucking waste of time, right? I should've went. My parents love me so much- normal white parents- that they paid for a flat here in Islington. Still paying. I got a job at this school thing where I write. I like writing. Aesthetic. But what do I do? Just go to work and go home? Not even have any struggles? My life is like playing the Sims with cheats. Very unrewarding. So what I do to be less lonely is go on this SpeedDate or double date thing and this guy, Richard, shows up. He's like talking to me all romantically but has no opinion. I asked him his opinion on problems and he's just like, 'I.D.C LOL.' Then the rest happens and I meet you and I'm not alone. So, what I want to say is thank you. Thank you for making me not alone."

The whole speech would easily tire someone out, but Dan almost got teary eyed. It was a good speech. He understood everything. 

"Well, I didn't have a speech prepared," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. She was a really powerful speaker. "But I have to say something, too."

"What?" asked Christine, intrigued. Her voice was almost croaky from the long talk. She was glad that she said it. Very glad.

Dan stopped for a while and took Christine's hand. He noticed her nails were painted black. The true colour of emos. "I am completely in love with you."