"Pancakes and Party (pt. 2)," Dan and Phil are invited to do a collab at PJ's house with the Fantastic Foursome, and end up having a party, chaptered, part two.
DAN'S POV
"Hello! It's me, PJ, and today I am joined by-" Peej is interrupted by all of us shouting. Chris shouts "Crabstickz!" and Phil has his arm around my shoulder, shouting our YouTube names. PJ said his introductions, then explained what was going to happen in our video. Then he set up the old board games and we started to play. Chris started to get the lead, and I was right behind him, but then out of nowhere, Phil jumped ahead. Peej was still in the back, pouting. "C'mon guys, I'm still at the start!" he said, laughing. We joined in with him, laughter filling the room. Then Phil jumped up "I WON! I won I won I won I won I won yay!" he said, jumping up and down, his hands up in the air. PJ groaned and laid down on his back. "This means I get you to draw on me, right?" he asked. Chris and I laughed as Phil nodded and got the markers ready. "Ah, Phil! It's cold!" Peej said, flailing. Phil just laughed, and I took some photos with my phone. Chris was just extremely amused. "Done!" Phil said, sitting back and admiring his work. "It's Pikachu and a Pokeball!" Phil explained as PJ stood up to look in his mirror. There was a lopsided Pikachu on his left cheek, and a Pokeball on his right. PJ smiled. "It looks great, Phil!" he said. Phil smiled. We all gathered back around the camera. "Thanks for watching, guys! Be sure to click like and subscribe to all these other great lads as well," Peej said, then we all waved at the camera as he turned it off. Chris cheered, and then we all had a round of high-fives. I'm so glad I came to hang out with them.
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As PJ got everything put away, Chris offered to call in some Dominoes. "I mean, unless someone wants to make something," he said. Phil and I nodded, and PJ agreed. "No that sounds great... why don't we order a pizza? Let's invite some people over too," he said. The thought of a ton of people sent shivers down my spine. Phil noticed and came over to me, putting a soft hand on my shoulder. "Dan, you alright?" he asked. He looked really concerned. I nodded, ruffling my fringe and faking a smile. "Yeah, I think I'll be okay," I said. Phil nodded, but he could tell... "Peej?" Phil said. PJ and Chris looked up from the phone book. "Can Dan and I pick out the music?" Phil asked, and PJ nodded. "Sure thing! I got the system hooked up to the speakers, so just pick out some CDs or the mixes and pop em into the CD player," PJ said. Phil guided me into PJ's room to look at the selection.
Once away from Chris and PJ and out of earshot, Phil took my hand and looked at me. "Dan, can you now tell me what's really the matter?" he said. I looked down at my feet, embarrassed. No one was ever really supposed to know about my phobias, but I trusted Phil so much, and felt that it would be fine to discuss it with him. "Well, it's probably going to sound really lame, but when PJ said he was going to invite a lot of people, and that... that kinda scares me, a bit..." I told Phil. He came closer. "Like your anxiety?" he asked. I nodded. Phil came straight at me with a hug. "Oh Dan! It's okay, you have me right here with you. I couldn't think of a better way to spend the night than spending it next to you," he said. I hugged Phil back. "Neither could I," I replied. I watched Phil pull his lips back in a soft smile as he chuckled. I smiled back. "Now cmon, let's find some music," he said, pulling away and going over to the shelf of books. "Oi, Dan! They've got a good mix! It has Muse on it!" Phil cheered. I walked over with a laugh as Phil read the list of songs out loud. "Wow! This sounds like a good mix, don't you think?" he asked me. I nodded; the music selection was great. "I really do have to give props to Peej, I never knew he had such a good taste," I said. Phil nodded: "Neither did I!"
Phil and I went back into the lounge where PJ was waiting on the couch, playing a game on his phone. "Hey Peej! We're back, we've got the music," I said, and Phil held up the disc. "Awesome! Put it in," PJ said, pointing to a CD player on the table across the room. Phil went over to put the disc in and pressed play. Immediately the music started filling up the house. Chris came into the room spinning and giggling like a madman. "C'mon guys!" he said, and reached for PJ, grabbing his hands and twirling him around. Phil was watching them for a bit, then turned back to me, walking closer. "I can't wait to dance with you later," he said, then he walked into the kitchen.
