That One Girl (A Danisnotonfire Facfic)

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi, everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I hope you enjoy it, and remember to leave a comment! Thanka! (Btw none of the events in this story are true!)

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Chapter 1

~Jules~

I opened my laptop to youtube, on Danisnotonfire's channel. I must have left it open, I thought.

There was a new update. Yes! Excitement built up in me, the way it does whenever I see that he made a new video. My friend, Sam, texted me.

"NO STOP TEXTING DAN HAS A NEW VIDEO," I text back.

"You have a problem. An addiction. To Dan. You need help. But ok, I'll stop," she texts back. I smile, then put my phone down.

"Hello, Internet." Goes his familiar voice with his adorable British accent. Ohhhh, how I love that accent!

"Well... I'm going to leave London for a while."

I stared at the screen, confused.

"Anyway, one of my friends is getting married in New York so I may not be posting that much in the next week or so.

"And lately, I have really been thinking about that. I don't even have a girlfriend, and my friend is getting MARRIED.

"I will forever be alone in life, won't I?"

He went on for a bit longer and couldn't stop laughing. It was my favorite release, and the only thing in my life that made me smile.

In the end he reminded the audience again. He is going to New York City.

And then it hit me.

I LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY.

After a bit of freaking out, I texted my friend about this, then opened my window and climbed out to the fire escape. It's part of my everyday routine to do this. I looked out at the view as I climbed the fire escape to the roof. I left my phone in my room just so I wouldn't see when my friend texted me back. I mean, she's a good friend, but I'm just a bit... Tired of the people i know.

I could see the whole city from here. The buildings were dazzling and the sun was setting , casting a dramatic orange light across the city. I looked out to the river, a few blocks from my house. It was a polluted mess, and an awkward, murky color.

I sat on the roof of the eight floor apartment building I lived in. The wind whipped my long, brunette hair around my head. My friends always say they are jealous of my hair because it's glossy and naturally straight, but I really just hate the attention. I don't like that kind of attention because they are being focused on my hair and not ME.

I wonder if Dan would pay attention to ME.

I half laughed to myself. Imagine if I actually met him.

I loved the roof. On the roof, i can see everyone from above. I look through a one-way glass at the people below. It was weirdly warm, considering it was only march. I love the warmth. I sat there an took in the warmth, let it surround me. It put me in a cacoon, a safe blanket. It accepted me in.

I started dreaming again.

I closed my eyes for a few minutes, just trying to imagine what I would say to him if I DID meet him. In the end, I decided I would just be really awkward. Thank goodness NYC is so big. Thank goodness I'll never run into him.

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"JULES!"

Oh no. My mom. She HATES it when I go on the roof. I am in huge trouble.

I climbed down carefully, checked my phone for texts (eleven, all from Sammy. I didn't respond.), and ran down the stairs.

My mom was waiting with my nine year old sister. They say around the dinner table, with two empty seats, one for my father and one for me. It was microwavable spaghetti for dinner. Again.

I sat down, and no one said a thing. The silence in the room settled down on our backs and pushed down out heads. We all stared at our spaghetti, not saying a word.

"So, where's dad?" I asked, if only to make conversation. I regretted asking immedietly after i said it- dad was never here for dinner,

No one said anything of a minute. Finally, my mom just said, "Late."

We sat in silence for another ten more minutes. My mother broke the silence again.

"Why do you love sleeping on the roof so much? Can't you just sleep in your own bed, like a normal person?" she snapped at me.

I debated whether i should say anything. The truth is, i don't know why. I racked my brain for an answer but couldn't come up with a single one.

I eventully stayed silent and didn't speak, and somewhat thankfully I didn't need to. My sex-crazed neighbor started making the annoying gasping and moaning sounds. I sighed loudly. i hate our neighbor, and whoever her boyfriend is.

My little sister looked scared, as usual.

"Mom, is she being hurt? Should we call the police?"

Oh how innocent she is.

I sighed again and stood up, throwing away my food and putting my dishes in the rusty sink.

I quickly walked down the hallway with peeling wallpaper and mold in the corners. I end up running into my room and slamming the door and then I just broke down.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to sob and have ugly tears run down my face. I wanted my face to scrunch up and get puffy and red. But somehow, I just... Couldn't. I haven't cried in years. Not since everything... Started getting... Bad.

I wonder if Dan would let this happen.

I almost laughed to myself at the thought of meeting him. If only.