How it all started (Dan Howell fanfic)

Chapter 2

A/N Hey if anyone reads this, I would love to get your opinion.

How was I ever going to get past not only Cassie but Liam is well, this was torture! Then I heard the miracle I had been praying for, the sound of the TV playing. This would give me just enough time to run outside free from my awkwardness. My heart thudded as I crept along the hallway tiptoeing past the living room. I looked inside and saw the bobble of brown hair smothered right next to the pale blonde man on my couch. How long had they been dating? Wait were they even dating? This was just typical Cassie, ugh why did she always do this, just because some stupid idiot broke her heart when she was in year 12 didn't give her the right to be that ... free. I rolled my eyes in their direction before I continued on. "Wait baby, stop did you hear something?" Liam questioned. American, huh, okay I forgive her. Then he turned around and stared directly at me. My escape plan was officially ruined but damn, Cassie had good taste. I stared at his perfect blond quiff before making a weird high-pitched squeal and running away. I shoved my keys into my pocket and bolted for the lift. I had made it, kind of I did just squeal at hot guy making out with my best friend but hey, at least I didn't choke and die or even worse ... speak. Once I was outside I started to walk around for a bit, what was I going to with my life, Mac was all alone at home and I still don't have any Malteasers. I did the logical, smart thing anyone would do I headed for the supermarket. I sped walked all the way to the confectionary aisle. There they were, my long lost lover right before my eyes, there was only one packet left. Phew. I made a grab for it but at the exact same time an annoying, tall guy grabbed them too. Rude. For a couple of seconds we just stared at each other as people rushed by us. "Ummmmm," I started, "Hey well, it's nice to meet a fellow Malteasers fan but I had my hand on them first ... so, can I have them. Please I'm begging you." I smiled; the begging might make him think I was crazy so he'll back off of my babies. When he spoke it was like the Queen had just gone back to the olden days to be mixed in with every British stereotype ever, this had to be a fake accent, yet it was so real.

"Sorry I need them for some highly classified Malteasers business." Still holding tightly onto the little, red bag I retorted with. "Well what a shame I guess that business is going to have to wait because I need them for moral support. You wouldn't understand, young one, fandoms can be tricky for mortals like yourself."

I sighed this'll scare off. "Never again call me mortal you peasant, I am the king of the Malteaser fandom, yeah that's right I even have a ship name, Danteasers," He stated cockily. "If you're a good little fanboy then you'll do the right thing ... Dan," I said looking him up and down,

"You see one of my favourite fictional characters just asked another character to kill him, he's dead now. I need them way more then you do child." I raised my eyebrow sassily.

"Oh I see," he agreed sadly, "yet unfortunately I still won't give these up mainly because you just called me a child. I'm 6"2 do I really look like a child to you." He smirked. I tried to come up with a retort but that smirk had ruined me. Damn you Dan. "However," he continued after I said nothing, "I will make a compromise, I'll let you have some if you follow these rules." My mouth literally dropped open, that bastard. "Rule number 1. You tell me you name, since you so rudely figured mine out and 2. We share the Malteasers. Did anyone ever tell you that sharing is caring." He dragged on sarcastically.

"Yeah actually they did and I never fucking listened." I was started to get angry now, this was too much of the outside for this weekend.

"Hmmm that wasn't very nice." He laughed. He kind of sounded a bit like Pooh Bear. That's adorable, wait no, its defiantly NOT adorable get yourself together, you are Makayla Carter Evens not just some wuss who thinks boys are cute and this one was clearly trying to steal my Malteasers. I had made up my mind now, this was war and in war you needed you allies. Also meaning I'm weak and probably couldn't win a fight to the death.

"I guess we could share" I stared at his hopeful face for a couple of seconds. "My names Makayla Evens, I'm 22 years old and work in a record store, I have no idea why I'm telling you this. To be honest you might brutally murder me but I'm doing this for Malteasers and Malteasers only." I also think you're really cute, she spoke in her head.

"Okay well, I'm Dan, I just turned 24 and I'm a ... YouTuber. You don't need to worry Makayla, my desire to murder isn't really high this Saturday morning, try Wednesdays, that's always a good day for casual murder." I smiled at him, what a cute, little dork. "I have a question, is your job just like filming kittens or ... am I missing something quite important here." I asked. He explained on the way to the register that he did this thing called vlogging and apparently some people agreed with your opinions and similar things to that. If that happened then you'd gain popularity, also a potential career.

"So what's your channel called then?" I looked up at him. He had turned bright red,

"Well, I'm not really sure you would want to watch me just talk and stuff but its Danisnotonfire" He said.

"I'm doing it right now aren't I so I'm sure I'll like it." I pulled 5 pounds out of my pocket and handed it to the lady.

"Thank you for shopping with us Ma'am." The cashier repeated fro probably the thousandth time today, judging by her enthusiasm. Dan and I walked down a couple of streets until we were outside my apartment block. Some unusual car was still parked there from earlier this morning. It was Liam's. There was no way I was going to go in there just yet. Dan noticed me staring at it.

"Hey do you want to come around to my place for just a bit. I promise I won't murder you." I smiled at him.

"That would be amazing." I admitted before handing him the last Malteaser.