Denied (Phanfiction)

~Chapter 1~

{Two Months Earlier}

I groan and reach for the silent phone on my bedside table. 2:00?! Holy CRAP, did I sleep through the alarm or something? I pull the clingy clash of bedsheets and pillows off my somewhat scrawny body and lazily walk to the door whilst yawning.

"Phiiiil?" Silence. I continued walking.

"PHIIIIIIIL!!!"

"Dan? Are you finally awake?" Phil's muffled voice calls from the living room. He's probably eating something, desirably not my cereal.

I grunt and slap him on the back of the head when I reach him sitting on the couch and nibbling on toast.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He glared at me with a fake pout and scrunched eyebrows.

"Twat." I gave him a furious stare. "Why didnt you wake me up earlier?" I grabbed a butter sandwich on the plate of slightly burned toast and other food items. When I looked back at him curiously he was staring at my hobbit hair with his blue eyes and I raised my eyebrow. He better not say 'Hobbit'...

"We dont have anything to do today. I thought you should have gotten some sleep. You have been very stressed lately and you won't even tell me why." He explained in a sad but apologising tone and I sighed.

It's because I-

"Maybe we could make a video!" Phil suggested with a childish giggle.

"Maybe. Ok, ill go get dressed." After all, I was just wearing my pijama bottoms and no shirt. Meh, nothing unusual, we have been living together for quite a while now and its normal.

Walking back to my room, I finished the deliciously delicious sandwich and then made my bed. It's been a while since I've let this room breathe so I open the window to let in some fresh air. I shuddered as the icy needles of cold London wind struck my bare skin, I took a black shirt with a white cirlce on the front and slipped it on concealing goosebumps. I then proceeded to wear my usual black skinny jeans and straighten my curly hair. I snickered at a thought: "Now my hair is as straight as me."

I looked out at the streets of London, the yellow sunlight blazing over the many tall buildings, like fireflies caught in your hands, the light escaping through your gentle fingers.

I wish I could be a firefly, burning so bright but then dimming out with no worries...

I shake my head furiously, this is what starts my oh-my-god-what-have-i-done-with-my-life Days, taking in my surroundings then losing myself to fantasy/depression world. My life is great though. And I lightly smile.

I hear some awkward shuffling by the door, proceeded by a timid knock.

"Dan? Ive set up the camera, what kind of video should we do?" Phil's quiet voice comes from the other side of the door. I open it hastily, ideas of challenges and dares buzzing in my mind like fireflies... I then follow him into his bedroom, sitting down infront of the camera.

"How about another PhilIsNotOnFire video?" He suggests and snorts, its been a while since we made one.

"yea, that would be a good idea. So more people will 'ship it'." I reply in a sarcastic tone.

I really don't like being shipped with him, I dont really know why. I mean, we dont date or anything, but it just seems weird when so many people assume we like each other. Yea. Um.

"Cmon' It'll be fun!" He says with a cute pout, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. I then sigh and turn on the awaiting camera.

"Hey guys!" Suddenly, my voice and whole aura becomes positive. "Im here with [Phil]." I motion towards him, replicating my first cringe-worthy YouTube video.

"What are we doing today Phil?!" When he doesn't reply and just creepily stares at me I just answer for him.

"Yer Mum." I reply, then laugh awkwardly infront of this very unamused Phil.

"Okay, Ok. We are doing another PhilIsNotOnFire video! For all you obsessed fangirls!" I smile into the camera.

We then draw on whiskers and continue our nonsense, answer questions, make stupid remarks and cheesy jokes.

"Mandy2022Phan - what an amazing name ," I mentally face palm. "Asks, 'when was your latest date?'.

"Well actually, I have a date today, with an amazing girl. So wish me luck!" Phil announces, doing that nervous smile.

Wait, what? Couldnt he just inform me before the video. Im a bit surprised that my young grass hopper has become somewhat social, waiiiit... I know what this is...

"Phil. Your Mum dosent count."

"Daaan! This is legit!" He states slightly bumping my shoulder and I roll my eyes.

Wait. Did I- I didn't. Phil's pout isn't cute.

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest.

~~~~ { 1 Hour Later } ~~~~

I close the door of the apartment and walk out into the dull, chilly streets of London. I assume it's been raining recently because the gray concrete path is slippy and glossy, accompanied by a damp tinge to the air. Even when its quite sunny, its still cold here in the natural habitat of Londoners. I pass a largely populated McDonalds and head into the corner Costa, ordering a Coffee. I sit on a window table not that far from the counter and sip quietly, watching people on the streets and silently falling into random land.

As I am deep into the thought of dancing hipster squids, the door bursts open, letting the cold inside after a familiar ring of the bell. But also it seems the wind brought in a nasty scrap of trash. A preppy, blonde woman, dressed in all pink. I almost laugh at how stereotypical she is. Mean girls suddenly pops into my mind.

"Hello, what can I get you?" The lady behind the counter asks in a monotone voice, obviously trying not to let a glare of disgust or a laugh escape her.

"Double pump cream on my Latte please."

"Yep, anything else?"

"Actually yea, you know that McDonalds a few stores down? Do you know if they sell low calorie burgers there? Im going on a date with someone and I cant get any fatter than I am now."

I snort and everyone looks at me. Shit, wow, Dan great job.

"Got a problem?" The woman pulls down her shirt, exposing cleavege more and then topping off the cake with a wink. Um. No.

"Umm, its McDonalds, there is no way in hell you can get 'low fat' stuff there. And frankly, you are as thin as a stick."

"Why, thank you!" She exclaimes and throws me a seductive glare.

Cough. "That wasn't a compliment" I mumble into my coffee.

"Boo you whore!" Some teenager shouts from across Costa making me smirk.

"I feel bad for the person you are going on a date with... Or girl." I mutter under my breath. But it looks like she heard me.

"Ew. I'm no lesbo. Are you gay or something?" She scrunches up her nose and I narrow my eyes at her. Homophobe.

"No. Last time I checked I was as straight.. As a... Straight thing?" Good going Dan.

The woman then leaves and the cafe returns to its original atmosphere.

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Hai Hoomanss. This is Patricija/ Oscar (MysticalCreatur3s) coz the other two wont get off their lazy asses and help me do this shiz.

Anyway, just to say, this is going to be a more like reality, no highschool or stuffz. More like the real utubers. I like the highschool ones too, but the real ones move me more so ya!

Bai Hoomanss!