Living with Dan Howell

I stepped off the bus and looked around England. A crowd of people rushed out of the bus behind me and I got pushed up against the cold brick wall of a large building and I dropped my luggage. After the crowd passed, I picked up my luggage and brushed off my jacket. It's only been three minutes in England, and I've already been shoved up against a wall and pushed by a crowd.

My name is Dominica but people call me DJ. My brother..is Dan Howell, and I'm a nineteen year old that just moved to England to live with my brother aft my mom kicked me out of the house.

As I collected my things, I saw Dan off in the distance and I stood up and he approached me. He gave me a warm hug and I hugged him back gently.

"Hey!" He said happily as he reached for my things. I pulled them away from his hand.

"I have two capable hands, Dan, I'm not a child," I told him.

"To me you are," he spoke. I rolled my eyes at his answer and I began to walk to his house. We spoke the whole way there and I mostly zoned out on him, thinking about other, more important, things. Like...the first day of school..

"Dan," I interrupted him "do I have to go to school..?" He just chuckled briefly and he then looked at my serious face and realized I wasn't joking. He sighed.

"Yes..it's a law, just saying. Why don't you want to go, anyways? You'll easily make new friends."

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it quickly, ignoring the question. I just began to walk to the house. When we arrived, I walked inside and set my things into a small guest room saved for me. I sat on the bed and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I hid my face in my hands and sobbed into them. Why..?

Dan walked inside and ran to my side. "DJ!?!?" He spoke with a very worried tone. I looked up at him and planted my head and palms on his chest and I buried my face into it. He held my close and gently rested his chin on my head.

"Please homeschool me...I beg you.." I pleaded to him. He took a moment to think before nodding his head and saying okay. I'm such a screw up..

"I'm so sorry," I whispered to him softly "I feel like I'm drawing attention to myself and I feel bad." I knew he just rolled his eyes and completely disagreed.

The next morning, I woke up at around 6:00A.M because of the light shining through my two windows. I rubbed my eyes and heard a banging noise come from downstairs and I groaned. I say up, sat on the edge of my bed, stood up, and walked out of the room. I slowly walked downstairs to see Phil Lester struggling with a few things falling from the fridge. I walked over to him and helped him out.

"Oh, DJ! Hello." He said quietly.

"..hi..um, where's Dan..?" I asked shyly.

"I think he's still sleeping." Phil smiled a bit and I smiled back and walked upstairs. I walked into Dan's room to see he was still asleep. He crawled onto the bed and sat on him

"BEEEP BEEP BEEP," I screamed at him. He quickly woke up and groaned as he put his pillow over his head.

"GO AWAY!" He said in a muffled voice from under the pillow. I giggled.

"NO!" I screamed back. I laughed as he tried to push me of of him "you're going to have to try harder than that!" I giggled.

He took the pillow away from his face and he gave me the death glare.

"Well good morning sunshine." I said in a squeaky baby voice. He rolled his eyes and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. I ruffled up his hair a bit and jumped off him. I walked back downstairs where Phil was sitting on the couch playing on his phone. I haven't really met him before and I felt awkward around him. I guess it's because I'm scared I'd say something stupid or trip over myself. Like I usually do..