Jet Lagged

(THE ENDING IS SHITTILY WRITTEN!)

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Eyes blinking open, Dan Howell awakes

Groggily, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes

Sitting upright, he pushes his comforter off of him

It was the morning after his big trip to Japan

Glancing over to his bedside clock, he makes note of the time

1:00 pm

"Figures" he mumbles stretching his back "We must have gotten back at 3 in the morning."

By we, he means him and Phil Lester

He didn't know how to describe his relationship with Phil

They were freinds, yes, but lately he had been feeling, differently

Not differently in a negative way, more like he often found himself staring at him; admiring him

More than that though, whenever he was around, he became giggly and flustered, like a Japanise schoolgirl

Oddly fitting, seeing as how they had just arrived home from Japan

Rolling his shoulders, he thinks back to the night before

When they had finaly touched down back in the UK he was so tired he felt like he could sleep for a 1000 years

But the ordeal wasn't done yet

Then came the baggage claim

He, after that night, swore he would visibly mark all of his baggage to make it easier to find

He must have spent an hour looking for his bags

Finaly, after all of that, he had to load everything into his car and drive 2 long hours to his home, Phil in tow

Arriving home, he was dismayed to find it was raining

Quickly he unloaded everything, hauled it up to his room where he spent the next hour unpacking

Finally, he stowed the last of his possesions away

Utterly defeated, he collapsed on his bed

He doesn't even remember falling asleep

Rising, he walked over to his bathroom and looked in the mirror

Aside from a case of bedhead and a need of a slight shave, he looks okay

Smoothing his hair and shaving, he looks over himself once again

"Hold on," he thinks "I'm in new clothes"

Sure enough, he is wearing a completely new outfit, right down to his boxers

"Thats weird" he thinks "did I get changed last night?"

"Maybe I was so tired I don't remember"

Walking back into his room, he sits on his bed, stopping to tidy the bedsheets

With a start, he realises that he didn't, to the best of his knowledge, climb under his blankets before falling asleep

Reaching for his phone, he begins to research sleepwalking and its symptoms when a knock at his door interupts him

"Come in!"

Pushing open the door, Phil poked his head in, a tray of of tea and biscuts in his hands