I Ship Us - Phan Fic

Part One {1}

Dan's PoV

"... Have a good Easter, if I don't talk to you again. Even though you're not really talking to me. Se-" He is so cute. Especially the way he ended the video before he finished talking. I'm re-watching AmazingPhil's first video blog for the ten millionth time. Can you blame me? He's cute. I wish i knew him. I feel like we would get along, i mean, we like the same sort of things. We like video games, anime and other crap that make peasants think we are weird. But he doesn't give a crap about me, and with that amount of cuteness he, must have a girlfriend *internal sigh*

I wish I could be a video blogger, how much fun would that be? I could talk about things like very serious topics that have to do with medical issues people suffer from, things like procrastination and butter fingers. I chuckle quietly to myself. It's not even that funny.

And besides, who would subscribe to me anyway, I'm just a weird, humourless British boy who has a Winnie the Pooh accent. What if people hated me? Would anyone actually like what I post? What if they all started hating me collectively as one group? On that note, let's just settle down with some more Phil.

I'm literally only ten seconds through re-watching the video again when my mum calls for dinner. Good thing she did though, because otherwise I would be watching this video for the rest of my life.  I quickly pull on a shirt as I don't need my parents to see my chest. I'm that kind person that tries to cover up because (a) I hate my body and (b) my body hates me. Seriously though my body will look its worst when I want it to look nice.

I close my laptop while hopping of my bed. Goodbye my happy little Phil... That was kind of weird. As I leave my room I once again internally sigh. But while I was half way through walking down the stairs, I tripped on my feet on the way. I fell down three steps and landed on my back, which hurt really bad. But I survived!

I reach the bottom of the staircase just as mum is serving dinner. Which in this family means paying the pizza guy. I took a quick glance at the pizza guy, who had a similar fringe to AmazingPhi- oh! I look back at the door only to find it was closed. It was probably just my imagination. But how weird would it be if it was him? After my mum, dad and I all grab our pizza boxes, we all sit down on the couches and have a TV session until the pizza is all gone.

"Hey Daniel," my mum teased, I swear she made that my name just to tease me.
"Muuummm I told you to stop calling me that!" I reply in a childish tone, dragging out the 'mum'.
"Too bad my son, we like the name Daniel. Daniel? Daniel! DANIEL? DANIEL!? DANIEL! DA-"
"OK DAD! I get it, you like the name Daniel." I say, interrupting my dad from yelling my name in different ways. I love my family. We all act as childish as each other and we all get along so well. Every night plays out like this. It's amazing.

"Anyway, Dan we have to tell you something," my mum stopped laughing as her voice turned more serious. Dad stopped laughing and morphed his expression into the same as the one on mum's face.
"Yeah, wha-what's wrong?" I ask, obviously stuttering.
"While you have been busy with school and Internet," my mum looks at me "you dad and I have been looking for something new." She continues on looking back at my dad.
"What's wrong? Are you pregnant?" I ask in a joking manner.
"Well shit. That was easier than I thought!" My mum exclaims, letting out a breath of relief.
"Wait! You're serious!?" I ask in utter shock.
"Yes Dan, you're getting a little sibling!" My mum says while getting all giggly with my dad, hugging him and stuff.
We keep talking about the baby, like what names we prefer and due dates. Dad wants to know what the gender is before the baby is born, but mum wants it to be a surprise. As my parents keep talking, I eventually tune out of the conversation and into my own thoughts. It's strange that they're having another child. I mean I was a mistake. They didn't want me. Maybe this is their way of proving that they can raise a perfectly normal child that won't turn out like me. Proving that they are better parents than they let on to be. But that's not my business. I decide to tune back into the conversation to hear them talking about room decorations for the baby. I tell them that it's getting late and I should finish the 'homework' I was given, so I give them a small wave and go upstairs to room. I start taking off my shirt as I shut the door and then I lay down on my bed, hoping for sleep to take over me and pull me into a dream like no other.

But that doesn't happen. I don't sleep. Scratch that, I can't sleep. I have insomnia. I literally struggle to sleep. Instead, I just get out my laptop and watch AmazingPhil. I could just watch him forever, he truly is amazing. He managed to fix my heart, after he happened.

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Hey guys :) this is my first phanfic, and I suck. Please help me because I don't know if I'm doing anything you don't like so just comment whether I should change anything. But anyway this was a very, very short chapter as it is 2:37am, and I suck at writing.

Catch ya reading later my cupcakerinos :D