Life with Phil Lester

I live in my own imagination. Dreaming of things others never dream about. I revolve around books and the internet. My whole life IS just books and the internet. Just YA fiction and social networks.
I've never really interacted with people either, giving me huge trust issues. Which is why I only have two real friends. They're all I need.
Phil Lester is one of them. You may know him from a little site called Youtube. The other one is Sydney. My fangirl partner. She's all I ever need in a friend.
I walk down the cold street of Brighton, towards Phil's house. It was usual to just walk across the street and knock on his door. He never answers it. It's always unlocked so I open the door and step inside.
His warm scent engulfs me and I'm immediately at home. It's not really my actual home but you know what I mean.
I can hear his faint voice echo against the white walls.
It just means that he's making a video. I sneak up the stairs quietly, pop through his bedroom door and quickly jump on top of him. We land in a giant thud against his colorful, checkered bed. I can hear his inaudible voice against the duvet.
"It's nice to see you too," I say, hugging him.
"Aww, but it was going so well." He say, referring to the video he was making. He sounded so cute. Wait, do I have feelings for him? No, I can't. But maybe....
"Sorry about ruining your video but I just had to do it. You looked so huggable." I say.
"Well we're not all as quirky and lovable as I am."
"Do you always have to sound sophisticated?" I ask, quite interested in knowing the answer.
"Hey! It's not my fault I have better vocabulary than most people!" He said jokingly.
I completely forgot I was straddling him and immediately jumped off.
I looked toward his window and hope my blush faded fast enough.
I turned back and saw that the red light on the camera was flashing, meaning it was still recording.
"Hi people!" I yell, waving into the lens.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." And with that I jump off the bed and head towards the kitchen.
Phil's house is pretty small but it suites him well.
He has multiple figurines and plushies scattered on top of shelves and tables. It makes everything seem childish.
"Hey Syd!" I welcome as she shuts the door and walks towards me.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
"Just annoying Phil."
"Are you sure it's just annoying Phil? Or is it something more?" She nudges me with her elbow and winks. Then walks to the fridge and grabs a can of Sprite.
"Oh shut up. I do not have feelings for him."
"Yes you do! I can see it on your face!"
Before I could answer she places her can on the counter top and runs to Phil's room and I hear muffled shouts and Phil's annoyed groans.
I walk up to see them laughing around and I hop onto the bed to join them.
"What are we laughing about?" I ask, still pretend laughing.
"Syd just said that you have feelings for me. Don't worry I like you too!" Phil answers.
"Oh my gosh! Syd!"
I look towards her.
"I do not like Phil!" I shout and poke his cheek.
"Are you sure?" She says, wiggling her eyebrows.
I look to Phil now and "Okay, maybe I do. But so what? It's not like its gonna ruin our friendship!" comes out of my mouth like a waterfall.
I quickly place both hands over my mouth and look down.
I can feel Phil's muscular arms wrap around me and we just stay like that for a few minutes.
"Aww. I ship you guys so much," Syd says.
"Oh shut up." I say but smile at Phil.
"You wanna go out sometime?" He asks and goes on one knee, making the mattress sink from his weight, to pretend like he's purposing. And he holds his hands out to look like he's holding a box with a ring in it.
"Okay." I answer, trying to be like Hazel Grace from The Fault In Our Stars.
"Okay." He answers and all I can hear is Syd awing at us.