"Uh, Aspen?"
"Yes, Aspen. What are you doing here?" I answer, impatiently.
"Uhm, my parents sent me over. We moved in next door again. I have a card for your family, actually."
"They aren't here at the-" I start but I'm cut off
"I'm not here for your family, that's my parents. I'm here for you. I heard your argument with James a while ago. Are you okay?" He says, looking worried.
"Dan, we aren't friends anymore. You left without a trace. Without even a goodbye. How do I know you won't do that again?" I huff, my breath making clouds in the air.
"Because we moved back here because of you. Look, I didn't know I was moving, until I was in the car driving the morning we were out of the house."
"But there would have been boxes-"
"We were redecorating the house, and just moved mid-job. I really am sorry. Look, it's cold out here; can you let me in?"
"Metaphorically or actually, like in my house?" I smirk
"God, you're so facetious. Both, actually." He chuckles. I didn't know I missed this until I had it back.
"Gladly" I step away from the door, letting him come in as I curtsy.
"Please tell me you started dance again. That was way too nostalgic for my tiny pea brain" he stares at all the pictures of me at dance recitals, holding dance trophies. God, no wonder I love messy hairstyles now. Tight buns like that hurt like hell. Ouch.
"I'm afraid not. I literally almost fell down the stairs a few minutes ago, because of my posture" I say ironically. Dan bursts out laughing.
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We were up in my room, on my laptop, scrolling through tumblr. Of course.
I kind of forced Dan because tumblr is my whole life on one platform and I love it.
"I don't understand the point of this. It's basically just a load of blogs stuck together on a page." He says, staring at my laptop screen, completely confused.
"That's the whole point! I hated it at first, but soon you'll be addicted and have an allotted time each day for just scrolling through. It's amazing." I reply dryly. I love sassing him, it's fun to see the look of complete wonder on his face.
"I don't think that'll happen anytime soon. I'm more of a music kind of guy." He looks up from the laptop and over to me.
"Oh my god! I love music! Who do you listen to?"
"Oh, it's really emo. Like, Fallout Boy." He replies, cheeks getting red.
"Ew. Justin Bieber is bae." I reply
"What the fuck?" He snorts "clearly we don't know each other. You used to hate him. You literally stabbed a poster of him with a fork."
"I'm being sarcastic. I love Fallout Boy. And things like Panic! At The Disco, OH MY GOD, TOP" I screech, remembering my favourites.
"Did you seriously just say "top"? Couldn't you just say twenty one pilots?" He chuckles.
"I'm using the term ironically. Those two are a mouthful, using full names. Anyway, you believed me when I said I loved Justin Bieber?"
"I don't believe it." He looks stunned. I'm clearly making a good first impression. Ha.
"I feel like I know you, but I don't know you at all at the same time." He states. I nod.
"Well, you were gone for literally half of our lives so far. We're both going to have changed quite a bit. I'm just glad we went in the same direction." I giggle, jumping onto my bed with him.
"The emo way?" He asks
"Don't you dare call me an emo. I'm not an emo, I just listen to "different" music." I reply.
"The alternative genre?"
"Mhm. Hey, do you watch YouTube?" I query.
"Uhm, would it be weird if I told you I literally have my own channel?" He hides in his fringe. Dork.
"No.... I have one too. Shit, we literally are still the same person." I say, staring at him, wide-eyed.
"Have you posted anything? I haven't. I should though." He asks. He sits up to look at me.
"Yeah, I have about 1000 subscribers. I don't know how, though-" he cuts me off with a gasp.
"God, do you have a fetish for cutting people off or something?"
"Ew, no, you freak" he grins at me.
I really had missed him, and times like this. They were the highlights of being me. Dan really was the best part of me, the part I wanted to keep.
(A/N): do you guys like if so far? I'm sorry I suck at writing but I'll try to get better so this can actually be enjoyable 😂
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Since we were kids (Dan Howell)
Teen Fiction"Did you miss me?" "Miss you? You're a jerk, you didn't even say goodbye." ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Aspen and Dan were best friends from birth until they were 8. And then Dan moved away, no goodbye, no contact, just gone. Without a trace. Six years later...
