It's Just a Bad Day, Not a Bad Life. (Dan Howell and Phil Lester Fan-fiction)

It's Just a Bad Day, Not a Bad Life. ~ 1

Micki's POV~

Rain and wind. Typical London day. I said to myself trudging through the streets with 3 coffees from Starbucks in my hands.

"CAN'T THEY GET THEIR OWN DANG COFFEE!?" I accidentally yelled through the streets.

"Are you okay miss?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Well, well nice of you to show up Philip." I said still looking straight ahead.

"I got caught up in traffic but thanks for getting me coffee!" he said taking his.

"No problem. WAIT don't you walk?"

"Yeah but the streets were crowded."

"Oh."

We were only a block away from Dan and Phil's flat. The only problem was, once we got there we HAD to walk up 8 stories. I know there's an elevator but after the traumatic experience at Mall of America I don't like elevators, or clowns, or police officers. We finally got to the door of their apartment and Phil silently unlocked it.

"Honey I'm home!" we both yelled laughing at ourselves.

"We come bearing the gift of coffee but since no one cares, no one gets any except me and Phil."

"AWW! Please Micki!" Dan pleaded  

"Micki can I please have some coffee! It's only 3:00 in the afternoon and you know I don't wake up till the crack of noon." Dan pleaded again to me.

"Nope."

"Fine, I'll just have to take it then." Dan said jumping up.

"PHIL! GUARD THE COFFEES THE FAT POLAR BEAR IS GOING TO STEAL IT!" I yelled implying Dan was going to steal one.

We went into world war 3. Lets just say Dan and Phil need a new couch.

"I'm going to change." Dan said

"Me too!" I yelled running toward Dan's room.

"No! Micki that's my room get out!" He yelled banging on the door.

"No. You're people need me!" I yelled looking for his laptop.

"What do you mean my people. Wait, DON'T YOU DARE!" He yelled.

"OH I'M DARING!" I screamed turning on the web-cam. "Hi, Dan kinda got married, to Phil, PHAN 5 EVAH!" I said into the camera.

"DON'T YOU POST THAT!" He said.

"I'ts already posted. Now go kiss your'e husband." I said laughing. "Now where do I sleep." I said frowning.

"On the couch like you usually do." He said pointing to the still soggy coffee stained couch.

"I CAN'T SLEEP ON THAT ARE YOU CRAY-CRAY?" I yelled poking the couch.

"I AIN'T CRAY-CRAY! YOU CRAY-CRAY!"

"YEAH YA ARE THINKIN I'M GONNA SLEEP ON THAT!"

YOU'RE CRAY-CRAY THINKIN I WAS GONNA MAKE YOU!" He yelled

"Oh. That makes since. Wait, YOU CALLED ME CRAY-CRAY!" I yelled

"YOU CALLED ME CRAY-CRAY!"

"WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP!"

"SORRY PHIL!"

Oh yeah! You're probably wondering why I'm sleeping on Dan and Phil's couch. Well here we go, My mom and dad died in a car crash a year before I started High school. I then became friends with Dan then Phil. I was living on my own and then my landlord kicked me out so Dan and Phil let me stay here. That's how.

Hi! Umm, I hope you liked the first chapter. I have a lot more planned! (NOT!) Hey parentheses quit butting in! (I WILL NEVER LEAVE!) FINE WHATEVS! So... Bye for now.