Things Change {AmazingPhil/Danisnotonfire Fanfic}

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Kandee's POV

"Oh umm...We..." Dan says trying to find a way to put it. He knows saying 'We make videos on the internet' sounds weird and can give people the wrong impression.

I turn my head to look at my mom, waiting for an answer.

"They make YouTube videos, like me, and you know that." I say trying not to sound too annoyed.

"Sorry. I must have...forgotten." She says, even though I don't believe her for a second.

"How old did you say you guys were?" My mom continues.

"I'm 25." Phil says.

"Hmm. A little old for my daughter..." My mom mutters.

I clench my hand into a fist. "Mom." I say with more annoyance and anger in my voice.

"And you?" She turns to Dan, ignoring me. I look to Phil and mouth 'sorry.' He gives me a slight smile to let me know it's okay. I look down and sigh. Obivoulsy upset, Phil puts his hand on my back to comfort me. Then underneath the table, he takes my hand.

"I'm uhh..." Dan hesitates. Dan has never really been good in this kind of situation.

"It shouldn't be that hard to remeber your age..." My mom mutters rudely.

"Can we please change the subject!" I blurt out, before Dan can finish his answer.

"Candice! Manners!" Mom says in an annoyed tone.

"I don't care about manners at this point mom!" I stand up anger filling the room.

"Well, I don't care for your attitude!"

I sigh too tired to deal with this.

"I'm eating in my room." I say as I grab my plate and head up stairs.

"Just don't make a mess!" I hear my mom yell from downstairs.

I close my door and lock it.

*Later*

Knock Knock

I stand up and unlock the door. "Hey." Dan says opening the door. I give them a faint smile.

"Hey...Candice." Phil mocks smirking.

I roll my eyes, grabbing a stuffed animal from the bed, and throwing it at him.

"Don't ever call me that." I say smiling.

"It would be funny if you guys were Dandice though." He comments.

"Shut up. No it wouldn't." I grab another stuffed animal and throw it at him. "Legally my name is Kandee now." I state.

"But why change your name? Why not just ask people to call you Kandee instead of Candice?" Dan asks.

"The name brings back to many bad memories." I state.

"Okay. So where did Kandee, with a K come from?" Phil asks, as they both sit down.

" 'Candee' with a C looks weird to me, I don't know." I tell him.

We talk more, and thankfully don't mention anything about dinner.