kik // phan

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dan's pov;

the euphoria of the whole situation is.. extraordinary. one second you're talking over kik, and the next minute you're receiving a skype call from phil lester himself. it's heavenly. it's what my inner fangirl would have wanted for these many months.. phil lester himself, calling me? there's no way this could be happening. i jump and jolt slightly at the 'ding' noises my computer keep repeatedly making. i'm too zoned out to realise that i'm indeed missing phil's call, which isn't the best idea at this point. i rush over to my computer, making sure not to knock anything off any tables whilst getting there. i plop myself onto the desk chair, swivelling in front of my computer, contemplating whether or not to let phil try to call again or to pick up his call now. i don't want to keep him waiting too long, so i decide to press 'accept'.

and like hell was i actually ready.

all i could see was phil's bright blue eyes that were like the atlantic ocean, peering right into your soul, kind of. it was more like a gentle stare than anything else, but it still had an effect on me. his hair was flopped lazily to the side, and he was clothed in some form of pyjamas and had his glasses propped carefully onto the bridge of his nose. he looked professional from the face up, like he was going into a meeting. it's not a very good meeting, if it was. it's only me. me and phil continued our little staring contest until he spoke aloud.

"hi daniel!!" he slightly screamed.. it looks like he's excited for the call. i tried to not over-react as phil himself has just called me by my name, but i'm still hyperventilating nevertheless. i try to gain all the confidence i can to have some form of reaction back to him, but all you could hear was my deep, heavy breaths as i tried not to die on camera. phil must have noticed by now that something was up.

"dan, are you okay?" he asked. but i wasn't, i'm dying. my literal crush and my best friend who is famous and helping people all around the world just spoke to me.. me! out of everyone he could choose, it was me? it's like im dreaming. i knew he wanted to skype with me as he wouldn't have said yes, but i can't believe i mustered up the courage to ask. i can't just leave him hanging at this point.

"h-hi p-phil" i spoke back, surprised that my voice wasn't cracking so bad, but i was still stuttering. i hope he doesn't mind too much.

"how have you been danny?? it's been ages!"

"phil it's only been like 4 minutes please calm yourself" i'm surprised i even said that. i'm finally gaining the confidence to have a proper conversation with him, we asked each other questions about favourite bands, colours, animals. we spoke about distant lands we would love to travel to at a later date, we shown each other parts of ourselves that nobody could imagine seeing, that nobody would ever know.. and that's what both of us continued to do for the next 7-8 hours.. staring at each other with loving eyes and conversing in ways that you never thought was possible.

and this was the most fun i have ever had, for now.

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i have no idea what i just wrote i am actually so confused buT OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 800 READS OH MY

i never thought it would even get over 100+ reads im so confused bUT SO HAPPY BECAUSE THAT'S SO MUCH MORE THAN I THOUGHT

thank you guys for reading this awfully written book that is never edited because i'm not that articulate or expressive with my work

i just cant write but i try so

and this probably doesn't make much sense but its 1:46AM so oml pls

but thank you all so much!!!

over 600 words too which isn't the best but eh