The Complexities of Mr Howell

Chapter 2 - Her p.o.v.

The three of us just stood there; me shifting my gaze to each of them between moments, whilst two very different faces were looking back, their eyes riveted on me.

"Ummm, hi?" I questioned, moving my hand in an arcing gesture. An awkward pause later, I began to shuffle forward cautiously, to hear Phil nervously utter,"Hey Charlie, looking forward to next week's video..." I stepped back, shocked,
"How do you...?Where d...?Why do you...?What?" I didn't have many subscribers but I guess I preferred it that way.

As a stuttered and Phil stood chuckling, Dan was silent. There was a sort of longing in his eyes, his twinkling brown eyes that gave me vague memories of comfort.

Subduing his girly giggles, Phil began saying, "Lets me intro--" before busting into laughter all over again. All the while I stood there in an incredibly awkward fashion.

"Please, call me Phil. This is-"
"I know. The complex being that is Mr Howell." Dan seemed lifted out of his trance, a look of hope in his eyes.
"Yeah, you two are YouTubers... It's great to meet you both"

With this, the brightness was again withdrawn from Dan's face. I turned back to Phil.
"So you watch my videos?" He nodded, his beaming smile warm and friendly. "Always ready and waiting for upload every Wednesday evening." with this I could feel my skin turning red, my cheeks' warmth spreading inwards. I had started the channel as laugh, just to have some fun and share my music. I never thought that anyone would watch, especially not Phil Micheal fuCKING LESTER!!

We rambled on, recommending software, techniques and other YouTuber stuff. We just clicked.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, "Here for the world famous deals from premier?"
"Well I did hear their milk is an absolute bargain" he replied.

Shhit.

Images of black smoke rising from my house, lit orange with flames filled, my mind.
"I am so sorry but I'm gonna have to go, qu-ast... I mean, f-ick, I mean... Fuck"
"I'd love to" Phil added, winking and smirking simultaneously. "I like spaghetti"

(Authors note: only true '90s kids know ;))

I laughed an annoyingly lot like spongebob's, and just decided to.go with it, "bye!"
"Bye, see you round!"
I waved, beamed up and Dan, and walked away.

I had been gone for 45 minutes. 45-FUCKING-MINUTES!!! (not necessarily minutes that I would happen to be 'fucking' in)

Luckily there was no fire damage from my straightening irons, but I had run out of conversation and manage to dodge an awkward situation.

I guess I didn't need milk anymore...