Good Morning Greetings {PhAn} [Completed]

Imaginable

I wake up in a jolt and checked the time. It's around 9 in the morning. Maybe something's wrong. I don't usually wake you this early. The afternoon, maybe, but not at 9.

I pull the duvet away and get up. I can feel my body getting lazier and lazier as I search through the drawers for a shirt and some bottoms.

Finally, I find a usable outfit and throw it on with a yawn.

I really shouldn't be up this early.

Could Phil possibly be up yet? I should probably check, just in case.

My hands make their way to the doorknob and I twist it open, facing the door to the next room. I knock on it quietly.

"Phil? Are you awake?"

I hear a groan in response. "You are?"

Another loud incoherent noise.

I back away from the wooden contraption, deciding against opening it and possibly seeing something I didn't want to.

I walk to the kitchen, banging by head against the glass door again, and look around for something to eat. Surely, we must have cereal or whatever, right?

While stumbling around the room, I bump onto the counter and turn rapidly at the sudden contact.

Well would you look at that? Some cereal. Perfect timing.

A few minutes pass and Phil finally comes out of his room. He's wearing his glasses, which isn't very surprising considering it's still 9:30. He blinks a couple times and stares at the bowl on the table by my side.

"Could you make me one, as well?"

"Good morning to you, too." He looks at me with a hard glare. "Make your own breakfast, lazybum."

"Dan," he whines. "Please?"

I roll my eyes. "No. You're already out of bed. Might as well get moving while you're at it."

"I hate you."

I freeze. "Do you?"

He glances at me and returns to making his bowl. "I'm just kidding, Dan. No need to take things so seriously."

"Right. Of course."

I shake my head and make my way to the sofa, plopping down onto it. Don't blow things out of proportion, Dan. On second thought, just don't blow anything.

My thoughts begin to trail off into nothingness as a long, but somewhat satisfied, sigh escaped my lips. Phil looked at me. "What're you thinking about?"

I shrug, a small smile toying at the corner of my mouth. "I'm not sure, to be honest. Everything."

He laughs in response. "We're gotten far, Dan. Farther than I thought we would be able to. With YouTube, and - wait, did you finish editing your new video?"

I raised a brow at the sudden interruption. "Yes, I did. I'm uploading it to tonight. Hopefully the fans won't be too disappointed."

He grins. "Now back to what I saying. I mean, with YouTube and the radio show and the book. We're even going on tour! Along with that app we've been working on for months!" His voice hums. "We've gotten all the way here."

I smile back, even thought he didn't see me. "It's true. We've gotta be thankful for everyone who got us here, especially the fans. Without them, we'd be two boring mates just living together."

"Aww, come on!" He exclaims. "We got here together."

I send a questioning glance before agreeing. "True. We did get here together."

"If you never clicked on my videos-"

"If you never made a video-"

Phil chuckles a bit and continues. "If I never took that cereal box, where would we be?"

The realization hits me. "Phil, our lives were determined by that cereal box. If you hadn't gotten that and won the camera and started YouTube, we might not even be here."

"It proves that anything's imaginable, huh? I mean, now, it's the already the 21st century. They've built hoverboards, you know? Not exactly cool pnes, but the type that can make you float like, an inch."

I take a large spoon of cereal.

"They'll make actual hoverboards, soon," he tells me as if he's vowing to see them one day.

"Of course they will. If they don't we could always make one ourselves."

Phil snorts and sits up. "Okay, there's the imaginable, and the reality. That is definitely in the never-going-to-happen catagory."

"And did you think that people would know your name across the world when you made your first video?"

He frowns at me. "No," he mumbles quietly.

"It's possible. All of it is. There is no impossible. Maybe you won't always get out safely, but I know that nothing is impossible."

Phil turns to the blank tv. "Everyone has their quirks, but not everyone knows how to show them."