It's Not What It Looks Like (a Dan Howell Fanfiction)

One

"Yes, Mom, I'll call you everyday. You don't need to worry! I've known Evan and Dodie for ages, and I've met them in person like ten times." I say to my mom over the phone, exasperated. I really love my mother dearly but I wish she'd stop worrying so much! I know I'm moving about 4,000 miles away from her but she's met my future flatmates and I promised to call her at least once a day.

"I know sweetheart. I just worry. Evan and Dodie are lovely, I know they're not serial killers or anything, but you're going to be so far away. I'm going to miss you, and anyway, it's my job to worry about you. It's in the job description of Mother." I smile at that. 

"I know Mom. I know. I promise I'll visit as much as my bank account will allow me." I reply, tucking a tuft of hair behind my ear absent-mindedly. 

"Okay, Honey. I suppose I should say goodbye now so that your phone has enough battery for the plane ride. Just be safe. I love you, Luna! " My mom says. I can practically hear her smile through the phone. I know she's worried but she's also incredibly proud of me for making this jump in my life. 

"Bye, Momma, I love you." I say and hang up. I look around the airpot, examining the terrain. There are people everywhere, bustling around - like they all have a purpose. Like they have places to be, people to see, and adventures to have. I'm no different than any of them. 

I have the pleasure of being able to move from Minnetonka, Minnesota to London - also known as: a fucking expensive place to live. You will not believe how long it took me to find a nice place to live. I almost didn't move to London because I couldn't find a cheap house, but then Dodie and Evan asked if I wanted to move in with them. I accepted, of course. They're a few of my closest friends, and I could even call them family. 

This whole time I've been thinking, I was wandering around the airport, trying to find my gate. When I finally find it, I set my stuff down at an uncomfortable metal booth and plug my phone and laptop into the wall. It's going to be a long flight and I'm going to need to be entertained in some way or another. I feel proud of myself for getting one of those metal booths. Their always full, here in the Minneapolis Airport, even though they're extremely uncomfortable. 

I slide my earbuds into my ears, turn on some Sara Bareilles, pull out a copy of The Siren by Kiera Cass, and lose myself in the world of Kahlen and Akinli.

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"Gate G9 your plane to London is now beginning to board. " The loudspeaker boomed over the music playing in my headphones. Smiling to myself, I gather up my bags, put my phone in my pocket, and make my way to the boarding area. 

After I've boarded the plane and found my seat, I pull out the little desk-table-thing and set my laptop down on it softly and log into my computer. I have a video to edit. As I'm pulling up Final Cut Pro, my phone buzzes. It's a text from Dodie. 

[From Dodie]: Hey Loo! Can't wait to see you when you arrive. Just wanted to let you know that Evan and I are working on the finishing touches for your room. All we're doing is painting the walls, putting up those posters you sent us, and getting my old duvet you asked if you could use on the bed. If there's anything else you want to do with the room, we can all work on it together. 

[From Luna]: Thank you both so so much! I'm excited to see how it turns out! Just boarded, by the way. I should be taking off soon! xx

After I've sent the message to Dodie, I sign into the plane's wifi and begin editing the video I made. I filmed the video a few days ago when my younger sister, Ebony, was in town. I'm calling it "Sister Battles", because it mainly consists of my sister and I doing a bunch of crazy challenges like doing the dance from the song Room Where It Happens from Hamilton while downing to scoops of whipped cream and kale ("It doesn't get more American than this!" My sister teased when I had announced that challenge), or having to write a rap about all of the things we love, including our siblings. It doesn't sound hard but it had to be done in iambic pentameter. My sister and I giggled a lot while doing that one.