Seven's POV
"Pokémon GO isn't in Europe?!" I scream out loud in anger. I hear someone rush towards my room and Dan bursts in with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay? Why did you scream?" he asks frantically. I hold up my phone, which is a picture of kids in America running around watching their phones with excited expressions.
"Why the hell is Pokémon GO not in Europe?" I growl coldly. Dan lets out a breath of relief and laughs.
"I know right?" he agrees. "So, watcha doing Seven Eleven?"
I make a face at him. "Did you really just call me a gas station in America?" {does Britain have 7/11? A/N)
Dan nods and comes to sit next to me. He glances at my computer screen and smiles. "Creating an email I see? You're pretty late, it's been a week now."
I stick my tongue out and him and pull my laptop onto my lap. [hehe get it]
"Wait, where's Phil?" I ask, looking up. Instantly Dan's face falls. "He's out with Peej." he grumbles. I raise an eyebrow.
"Are you okay Dan?"
"Wh-yeah, I'm fine. Phil just spends a lot of time with Peej."
A smirk slowly creeps onto my face. "Aww, are you jealous?"
Dan immediately stands up. "N-nope! Why would I be jealous? Ha! Phil can make his own decisions-I mean- I'm just saying he spends more time with Peej then I'd like him to and-"
I cut him off from his stuttering and rambling. "Dan, you're jealous."
The YouTuber sends me a glare, but I know he doesn't mean it. Dan looks away harshly. "So what if I am.." he mumbles. By instinct, I let out and loud squeal and bury my face in a pillow.
"Are you okay?" Dan asks, confused.
"I'm no-o-ot okaaaay." I reply. "I promise."
Dan gives a 'wow you're so lame' looks but smiles anyway.
"Oh my god, this is just like the videos prove!" I squeal again and hug the pillow against my chest to calm my pheels.
Dan raises an eyebrow. "Videos?"
"There's a bunch of Phan videos showing how easily jealous you get when it comes to Phil." I explain.
"You watch those? Jesus Christ, you ship Phan don't you?" Dan says, giving me an expectant look. I smile nervously. "Soooooo, maybe I do, maybe I read phanfics." I try to laugh it off. Dan throws his head back and face-palms himself. "Alright then, well, I'm gonna go finish editing a video while you create your email and social media accounts." and with that he walks out of the room, leaving the door open slightly.
I literally spend an hour coming up with a name for everything, when I hear the front door opening.
Instantly I shove my phone in my pocket and run down the hallway and attack a tall figure in a hug.
"Phil!" I yell excitedly. He laughs and returns the hug. Dan walks into the room and gives Phil a smile with eyes that could only be described as;
Heart Eyes Howell.
"I'm witnessing Heart Eyes Howell," my mouth decides to blurt out. They both give me wide looks before Dan awkwardly coughs.
"He ships Phan.."
Phil's mouth formed a little 'o' and he just nodded before giving Dan a small smile and walking into his room.
"I'm sorry..I made it awkward." I mumble and push past Dan and head towards my room. He stops by putting his arm in front of my chest.
"No, no, Seven it's okay. I ship people too. It's a normal thing when you're part of a fandom." he says before moving his arm. I smile at him and nod before walking into my room and flopping myself on my bed. My phone vibrates and I lamely pick it up and glance at the message.
Javen: new phone who dis
-I'm going to shoot you
Javen: JUST KIDDING •.-
-you better be I swear
-I'm bored
Javen: hi Bored, my name's Javen.
-screewwwwww yooouu
Javen: Wouldn't I be the one screwing you?
-OHMYGOD
-DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST SAID
Javen: YUS
Javen: BUT ITS TRUE
-what the hell
Javen: your butt is cute
-JAVEN OH MY GOD ARE YOU HIGH ON SUGAR
Javen: yes I'll be your sugar daddy
-IM EFFING TWELVE
-stop this prank its getting weird *makes awkward face*
Javen: who cares if you're twelve I'm fourteen yay numbers
-ugh, I'm leaving
Javen: No DONt
-oh, but I must, for Markiplier has just uploaded a new video.
Javen: oh really
Javen: oh ok bye
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Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)
FanfictionSeven is a happy kid. He honestly only has two complaints with life, homophobes and having no parents. He's a twelve-year-old fanboy that's spent more time on the Internet than sleeping in his entire life. And he's part of the Phandom.
