Chapter 6

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Lucy's POV

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My eyes slowly flutter open. Groaning, I grab my phone and look at the time. 9:50. Not bad. I sit up and rub my eyes.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I jump when I see Dan sitting at my feet. I almost forgot where I was.

"Crap, Dan, you scared me!" I playfully hit him.

"Ow! Sorry, I didn't mean to," he chuckles.

I yawn, stretching my arms. "Good morning. Hey, where's Phil?"

"Sleeping," Dan points, looking at his laptop.

"Ooh, what is the Dan Howell doing on his laptop this fine morning?" I say jokingly.

"Twitter. Just replying to some fans," he says.

"Awww, so sweet," I say, scooting over so I can see. We sit there for about 20 minutes, going through his Twitter feed, replying to his Danosaurs, and messing around before Dan surprises me with a question.

"What's your Twitter, Lucy?"

"@Lucy_B94," I tell him. He types it into his computer and my account pops up. He clicks follow, and I smile. Dan Howell just followed me on Twitter! I fangirl on the inside, but try to keep it cool on the outside.

Try.

Dan looks at me funny, and I realize I'm staring at him with a huge, creepy smile on my face. "Uh- I- um... Sorry," I say, blushing. Luckily he just chuckles.

"So, how's the rain?" I ask, avoiding the awkwardness.

"Still pouring," he says, with a frown. But it soon disappears. "That means you get a whole other day with us!"

I smile. Thank God, he doesn't find me creepy. Just then, my stomach growls. I blush, embarrassed at the strange sounds coming from my abdomen.

"Hungry?" he smirks, teasingly.

As if on cue, my stomach lets out another rumble, as I inwardly groan.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says, getting up. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast."

He holds out his hand, and I take it. Though, he doesn't let go as he leads me to the kitchen. When we get in, he stops and looks at me. I look down at our hands and blush, and he quickly pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh, what would you like for breakfast?" he asks.

"Actually, I was thinking I could make you a good, American breakfast." I smile at him hopefully.

"What were you thinking?"

"Eggs, toast, and bacon," I say simply.

He nods. "Okay, why not?"

I clap my hands. "Yay! Okay, first, I need the eggs, bread, and bacon. Choose your bread."

He pulls out a loaf of sourdough, and I beam. "Good choice! That's my favorite."

"Now what?"

"Eggs, bacon, and two pans. How do you like your eggs?" I ask.

He thinks for a bit, then says, "Surprise me."

I smile at him, and he smiles back. He gets out the eggs and bacon, and I find the pans.

A fee minutes into cooking the everything, a sleepy looking Phil walks into the kitchen.

"What smells so amazing?" he asks.

"Why thank you, it's my cooking. I'm making bacon, eggs, and toast."

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