The Whiskers Come From Within

Chapter 2

For the later stuff in the story --- A/N if you don't know what the butt chair looks like I put a photo up there ^^ and the song she plays is there too. Can you also tell me if it works cause for some reason I can't hear any sound coming from the video on my laptop.

I sat waiting for the two giants to come back. Wait, would they be offended if I called them giants? I'm sure they get called that all the time from their friends or family. I guess I'll have to ask them later about it.

My gaze slowly went from small things to small things in the lounge room; taking in everything that was around me. It was a comfortable living space to watch anime and such when you're having a lazy day or a day off. My eyes wandered over to the corner adjacent to where I was sitting and I saw heaven. Literally; heaven for gamers. I practically slid off the sofa and crawled over to the Xbox and PlayStations to goo-goo eye it. There was a shelf of games that I was looking at; a lot of them I liked playing, some of them I've never heard of. I picked up a game called 'Bishi Bashi Special' to read the back and I was halfway through it when I heard a stifled laugh and a throat being cleared. Quickly turning around with eyes wide open and shocked from being caught in the act, I saw Phil covering his mouth and Dan looking at me weirdly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go through your things." I put it back in it's place before standing up and fiddled with my sleeves. "Please don't kick me out. I promise I wasn't being weird or anything." I looked at my feet nervously.

"Why would we kick you out?" Dan laughed as he closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table before he sat down in his 'sofa crease' again. Phil sitting to his right soon after. "That's the first time we've ever seen a girl even remotely interested in a stupid game; especially our stupid games, specifically Bishi Bashi Special. You looked so intrigued with that stupid game."

"Hey, Bishi Bashi is not stupid. Admit it, you enjoyed playing it for our gaming channel. Or even if we aren't doing it for our channel you still enjoyed playing it off camera." Phil defended the game. I laughed a little at their banter.

"Well, I do quite like gaming, if I must say. It's something that I've always liked plus music or anything creative. But Bishi Bashi looks very interesting and fun. I might have to get a copy for myself." I shrugged a little and thought of me playing the game and how much fun I might have by playing it. Suddenly something dawned onto me. "Wait. You have a gaming channel?" I asked confused.

"Yeah! It's called DanAndPhilGAMES. It's really cool. We have over 1.8 million subscribers on YouTube." Phil was very enthusiastic with talking about this channel; he must be very proud of it. 

"Quick subject change with no segway; where are you from? I don't recognize your accent. It seems very foreign." Dan asked politely.

"Oh, I'm from Australia." My legs were getting tired from standing so I sat down where I was sitting before. Phil turned to face me with his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He's adorable when he's excited.

"That's so cool! Oh my god, what's it like there? Do you own a pet kangaroo? Do you have koalas' every where in your backyard? What about dingoes? Do you have-"

"Phil!" I held up my hand and cut him off. "Honey, they're all stereotypes. We don't own kangaroos, koalas', dingoes, Tasmanian devils or wombats. Basically anything that you've heard about Australia are either a complete lie or is a twist of the truth." You just got sassed Phil Lester, boom bitch! Dan and Phil looked at me gobsmacked at what I said until Dan started laughing loudly at Phil.

"You just got sassed by a girl that we barely know! Oh come on Phil." Dan kept laughing for a few more seconds before calming down a bit. "I like her. We should keep her so we can prove to the phandom that we actually have friends. Unlike when we were recording and saying how a friend was coming over but then they canceled last minute and everyone thought we were lying. Ah, those were the days... still, sometimes, are the days." He laughed quietly to himself while shaking his head. I smiled warmly in their direction.

"So tell us a bit about yourself, Sam. Since you are going to be joining us for dinner and most likely going to be coming over here every now and then." Phil stretched his legs across Dan's lap and began getting comfortable against the sofas arm and cushions.

"Well, there isn't much to talk about really. I'm pretty boring and useless in most ways. But one or two things that I can say that is slightly interesting is that I'm a little musically and artistically talented, I guess. It's not much to be proud of since I'm not that good but at least it's something." I shrugged.

"What can you do musically?" Dan asked quickly. I was a little shocked at how eager he was with this topic. I looked over at Phil and saw that he was smiling softly at Dan, almost looking at him lovingly. Looking back at Dan I shrugged again.

"I can sing, play some things on the guitar, a beat on the drums and I can play the piano." Dan perked up at the mention of a piano. He pushed off Phil's legs and quickly stood up then grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room into the hallway. "Please don't tell me you're going to have sex with me. We haven't even gone on the first date yet." I giggled at the stupid joke and I could practically feel Dan roll his eyes at me. He dragged me into another room and led us over to a beautiful piano. I stared in awe. Dan let go of my wrist then pulled up a chair but didn't sit down, just stood in front of it. His hands brushed the top of the keys slowly then sighed deeply in content.

"Is this yours? And your room?" I breathed as I tore my eyes from the piano to look around the room before looking back at Dan to him nodding.

"I've never let anyone play it before." He whispered loud enough for me to hear after pressing a white key. He looked up at me and seemed to be at war with his thoughts. "But would you like to play it?" Dan asked very slowly; still debating whether he could trust me or not. I smiled softly before nodding and walked over to him. He stepped away from the piano, letting me sit down. I hovered my hands above the keys; thinking of a song to play. I didn't have to think for long before my fingers started playing a familiar tune.

Whenever I play an instrument, especially the piano, I go into this world of my own where I feel invincible; like I can do anything I desire. I'm in control of everything. I feel at peace for once and I'm not bothered by things that would normally bother me during any other time. My fingers glide over the keys effortlessly as I slightly sway along to the song. Flying; it's what I feel like sometimes, freely souring through clouds or over mountains with the music in the background playing softly.

As I was coming to the end I fucked up a chord and was instantly pulled back to reality. I stopped playing altogether and just cussed under my breath with my hands above the black and white keys. Jesus, I can't even play a song that I practice all the time properly without fucking it up. I heard a shaky exhale from behind me, slightly to the left. I turned to see Dan and Phil staring at me.

"Oh, Phil. When did you get in here?" I asked sheepishly as I scratched my jaw.

"After a few chords were played. I thought it was Dan playing. Since I always listen to him play and ask him what song he's playing, I came in here to do that but I soon realized it was you." Phil looked between Dan and I before hesitantly walking out; leaving us alone. I looked down at the keys again; feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"Wha- why are yo-"

"I should get going." I stood up quickly and faced Dan. "Thanks for having me and inviting me to stay for dinner. I'll see you around the building maybe." I rushed past and was out the door before Dan could protest. I popped my head in the lounge room to see Phil laying on the sofa. "Bye Phil. Thanks for having me." And out I was before he could look up; speed walking down the hallway and down the stairs before reaching the front door. I heard Dan calling me but I ignored him.

Out of their apartment I felt free and like I could breathe again but I still felt constricted from air. I rushed down the buildings hall. Four doors down from Dan and Phil's I recognized my door and quickly went through. Slamming the door shut and my back pressed against it, I exhaled deeply and ran my hand through my hair. How come it's now that I know which door is mine? Idiot!

Never in my entire life have I felt that embarrassed and felt the need to just, run. I looked up at the ceiling, staring at the turned off light hanging from it.

Why did I feel so anxious?