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SEVEN'S POV
"Every snowflake's different just like you!" I suddenly shout. Dan looks at me with his mouth open wide. "Yo Gabba Gabba!" he screams.
Phil looks up from his laptop with a confused face. "What?"
Dan and I glare at him. Dan clicks and types on his laptop before putting it on the sofa and standing up dramatically. I look at the screen and joins him. We stare at Phil while an ad plays before music starts to play. Instantly the two of us begin 'dancing'. Phil watches with a very puzzled look, his hands gripping his laptop as if his life depends on it.
"EVERY SNOWFLAKE'S DIFFERENT JUST LIKE YOU!" We scream. Phil blankly continues to stare. "I don't get it."
I awkwardly jerk his body back and forward and punches the air as if that's a dance move. "I am one with the sense of dance!"
Phil slams his laptop shut and leaves the room. "I'll come back when you're done," he says while walking past the us. Dan gives him a doge impression.
"I love both of you, but, you both need help." Phil says.
Dan twirls his body around and literally shakes his ass. I burst out laughing while Phil's face just turns red. "That's nice, I'm leaving now." Phil quickly runs to his room, not even grabbing his laptop. Dan turns to me with a smirk on his face. "He called my butt nice."
I make heart shapes with his hands before sitting down, sweating because my 'dancing' was a lot of exercise.
Dan pauses the song and sits next to me. He stares at me briefly before googling something. I glance over at his screen and raise an eyebrow when I sees the search bar.
'Seven Howelester.'
"Did you really just google me? I'm right here."
"Google knows all," Dan replies while scrolling through Google Images of the myself, who is sitting next to him. "Oh dear meme, they've made Harry Potter edit of you."
I glance at the picture and burst out laughing like I did earlier. It was a picture that I took of myself with a duck face and crossed eyes. It's pretty cringey, but I did that on purpose. I was wearing Ravenclaw robes and square glasses as the edit. In the background was Harry Potter holding out his wand with reddish-magic flying out of it.
"That's pretty great, TBH."
"Aww, you're just like me! Finally someone else who says TBH out loud." Dan coos and weirdly strokes my head. Phil pokes his head from the hallway with a scared look on his face. It ends up going blank when he sees Dan's hand bent weirdly over my head. "That's interesting."
I pat the spot next to me and Phil comes and sits down. Literally the next hour is just spent looking at edits and memes of ourselves, no shame at all. It's afternoons like this that I always love, no matter how cheesy that sounds or seems.
"Say the meme to the baby, oh, sing the meme to the children, show them the Internet world." Phil mumbles to himself in a sing-song voice. Dan gives him a look and he shrugs.
"I'm hungry, fathers, what're we eating?" I glance at both of them. Phil shrugs and Dan winks. "Some cheeky pizza."
He goes online and orders everything we want, and a random cup of banana peppers for a future video he won't tell us about. When the pizza arrives Phil goes down to get it, only for Dan and I to hear a loud yelp and,
"The sizzling grease on my vampire skin!"
Dan face-palms himself slowly and gets up to go check on him. I sit there before hearing a loud explosion of laughter and a, "Are you okay?!" followed along with some more laughter.
They both somehow end up in the lounge again, drinks and napkins ready and Soul Eater playing. I watch from the corner of my eye as Phil brings his slice to his mouth, his mouth open and ready to bite it.
And he misses.
The pizza hits Phil's cheek and he frowns, drops it on his legs, and jumps up and shrieks. "Hot! Hot! The pizza is hot on my face!"
Dan does his best to stifle his laughter. Phil picks up the pizza and slams it in his face before wiping the marinara sauce off his black jeans, but he really only smears it and makes it worse.
"You're a huge mess today." I comment. Phil throws the dirty napkin at me and grabs his drink and laptop. He walks into the hallway, turns around, and says,
"Put poisonous sugar glitter on your anus."
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