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Chapter 2

"Listen, Phil," Dan continued, nervously. "I was thinking, and you were all sad about living with your mom and not having a job and all that shit."
"Well... yeah, b-but I'm okay now. It's just... I was... well what were you going to say?"
Dan paused to gather himself. Why was he so nervous? He had no reason to be nervous....
"I was going to offer that you come to stay with me at my flat. I-I mean, there's an extra room and the rent's not too bad and-"
"Dan."
"Yes?"
"I'd love to come live with you! You have no idea how awesome this is!" Phil's voice came through, excited and giddy.
"Oh, good! I'm relieved," Dan sighed happily, "I thought it would come out as really weird, considering we've only known each other for a short amount of time."
"Time doesn't quite matter with us, does it?" Phil wondered aloud, "It's kinda funny... I became better friends with you in a couple months, than I could with anybody else in 13 years of school."
"And all over a fail date who gave me a wrong number," Dan chuckled at the thought. "She was a complete dick anyway, she would just go on yapping about herself and her first world problems, while I was getting kicked out if my own childhood home... shit Christmas is coming up, isn't it? No way I'm going home now...."
"Maybe you can come with me? My mum would be delighted to have the guy that got their son out of the house over for Christmas."
"Really? That's awesome, thanks, in advance."
"Well, I'd better go give my mum the news!" Phil exclaimed, relieved to finally get out of the house.
"Bye, Phil."

Phil hung up the phone, placing it on his bed as he jumped up and down silently. Of course the floorboards creaked and his mum shouted, "PHILLIP, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE RUKUS?!"
"SORRY MUM!" He responded, standing still, trying to contain his excitement. He rushed down the steps, stumbling and stubbing his toe in the process.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" He moaned, holding his foot for a second, before cautiously continuing down the stairs.
"Phil? What's got you so jumpy?"
"I've found a place to live, mum!"
"Really? Phil! That's amazing! I'll finally be rid of you," she joked.
"Yes, because I'm that much trouble, obviously," Phil went along with it, flipping his hair like a "cool" guy.
"Well, where are you headed off to all on your own?"
"I've been talking to this guy online, his name is Dan, and he has an extra bedroom in his flat, in London, and he offered me to come stay with him!"
"That's wonderful, Phil! Finally my little boy is all grown up!" She mock cried, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye.
"I wouldn't say that, exactly, mum."
"When are you moving in with Daniel?"
"That hasn't been specified yet, we're going to iron out the details in a little bit, over the phone."
"Good, that's great Phil, this is an amazing opportunity for you!"

Now do you see where Phil gets his energy from?

Phil headed back up the stairs and stared at all the posters on his ceiling, wondering if he'd take them or leave them.

I guess I should just leave them, it'll be a pain to get them down from there, god forbid I tear one of them. I wonder if Dan has posters? I wonder what his living habits are like? I hope he doesn't mind the apparently "insane amount of cereal I eat!" He'll be fine and accepting of you and your habits, Phil, you have nothing to be worried about. He understands you and you'll both get along very well, despite your intake of cereal.

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Meanwhile, Dan freaked out after hanging up the phone with Phil. He was finally going to be remotely social, and share his living space with another human being, someone who didn't (quite) pity is awkward nature. He went into the extra room, and residing in there was the random shit he had not unpacked since he moved in.

He quickly found a spot for half the stuff, and shoved the rest of it into nooks and crannies, assuming Phil wouldn't mind a bit of untidiness. He then wondered when he was around to help Phil move in.

This Saturday may be good, or is he not ready to move so suddenly? It's Tuesday now and he might feel obligated to pack quickly and get his shit together. Maybe next week? But then he might think it's too long a time and that I'm having second thoughts about him moving in. No, he wouldn't think that. Right? Right. I'm so lonely that I'm having a conversation with myself in my own brain. Great job, Dan.

He soon realized that he was in fact, not having the conversation in his brain, rather out loud. He was talking to himself, but luckily no one was around to catch it.

Shit. What if Phil catches me talking to myself and thinks I'm possessed or something? I hope he can get used to my habits. Will he mind me blasting Panic! At The Disco occasionally? Will he judge the fact that I stay up until 4am on a daily basis? Will he watch anime with me during breakfast, or would he think it weird to watch anime while eating cereal? What kind of cereal does he like? What food does he like? What if we hate the food that the other likes and he moves out? He wouldn't move out over food, Dan. Wait... would he? He seems to enjoy food very much, but what kind of food is the question.... WHY ARE YOU WORRYING SO MUCH IT'LL ALL BE FINE DANIEL!

Dan found himself talking aloud to himself (yet again) and decided to browse the Internet in hopes of distracting himself from is wildfire thoughts and odd habits of speaking out loud himself.

I need to get my shit together.