Found by Dan and Phil

The First Good Morning

Melanie's POV

I woke up in a bedroom. A real bedroom, and one that didn't have a padlock on the door.

"Olive, wake up!" I said, half whispering. I sat up in the bed. The last thing that I had remembered from the night before was laying down on the bench, and once I had relaxed, I fell asleep again. 

"What..." She said groggily. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She too sat up. "Wait...did...that really..happen.."

"Did what really happen?!" I said, still whispering. 

"Last night...I had a dream that...they found us..and brought us to their home.." She said. We were both wide awake now, and with wide eyes, Olive was looking from the dark checkered bed sheets, to the camera in the corner, to the piano against the wall.

"Oh my god...Olive..are we in Dan Howell's bedroom..." I said.

"I-I don't know..I think so.." She said, still amazed. 

We both got out of the bed. If what we thought was happening was happening, we still didn't know if we had just gotten kidnapped again. No matter how perfect they seem to be, they could be exactly like Benton. 

I grabbed Olive's hand and stepped out of the doorway. Right across the hall from us was an open door that led into a bed room. Phil's bedroom. We walked down the hall, and found the kitchen. There they were standing. In the kitchen. Dan had his back turned to us and was cutting something with a knife. Phil had his hand in the cereal box and was loudly eating out of it, although he was trying to be quiet.

"Dammit.." Dan muttered under his breath. "PHIL WOULD YOU STOP EATING MY CEREAL, CAN'T YOU SEE I'M MAKING BREAKFAST?!" Dan turned around, and saw us. Phil turned around too.

"Oh, um, hi girls." Dan said. Phil put down the box of cereal.

"H-hello..." Olive said. 

"Do you remember how you got here?" Phil asked.

"N-not really..." I said quietly.

"Oh, well, basically we were walking-oh wait, you don't know our names I'm-" he started but I cut him off.

"We both know who you are. You're Phil," I gestured to Phil, "And you're Dan." I gestured to Dan. "You two are like internet famous, and you're on BBC Radio and you have a book, which I have, and yeah. We definitely know who you guys are."

Dan smiled. Phil did too. "Heh..so anyway," Phil started again, "Dan and I were walking around London and we saw you two laying there on those benches. I don't know if you had noticed, but even with those jackets on, you were shivering. We saw you there, and woke you up," he gestured to Olive, "And even though you were half asleep you pretty much told us that you're homeless. We tried waking you up," He gestured to me, "But you wouldn't wake up so..yeah we asked your friend." He finished.

"Yeah, and because you were both totally asleep pretty much...we had to carry you back here." Dan said while scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "You guys were actually pretty light..."

Well I mean we haven't had a full meal for like a month...All Benton really gave us for breakfast lunch and dinner was cereal and occasionally Chinese food....

"Oh and uh, what're your names, and...what happened? You two don't have an accent like we do so..are you from America?" Phil asked.

"Oh right," I said, "I'm Melanie, and this is Olive. We're thirteen years old and yes, we're Americans." Olive and I explained what had been happening over the past month to the two. They listened very closely to each word we were saying. At some parts, their eyes would widen in shock, like when we told them how we saw the three dead girls, Ruby, Sarah, and Natalie. At other parts, their eyes would soften, like when we said how we saw Beverly get murdered by him.