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Dan's POV

"Dan, get up, love! You're going to be late for school!" My mom's voice woke me from my dream-less sleep. I groan and cover my eyes from the light. "Are you up?" She said. "Yes." I mumble. She finally leaves and pull the covers over my face. It's Friday. One more day, then you're free for two days. Get up.

I mumble to myself pointless things and drag myself out from my cozy blankets.  I throw on some old black jeans I found on my floor and a Muse t-shirt. I turn on my straightener and as it's heating up, I put on some black converse. I have a pretty good routine in what I wear to school each day. There's no uniform at my school anymore, since it was abolished with a new headmaster. Everyday, I wear black, grey's, the dark color scheme. Band shirts, jeans, converse, etc. I don't really need to impress anyone so might as well match my soul. 

The straightener is heated so I run to my desk to fix my hobbit hair. My hair is always a mess of curls in the morning and I hate it. My mom loves it and always pleads me to wear it like that, but that would just be too embarrassing. After 10 minutes of pressing my hair and a few burns, I'm ready and set to go to hell.

I run down my stairs and grab an apple and water. I punch my little brother's arm and grab my bag. "Bye mom." I yell and leave.

I walk to school everyday and this morning it's a bit drizzly. Yippee. I put in my earbuds and use my jacket as a cover as the rain starts to get heavier. 

"Hey!" A voice called from behind me. I stop in my tracks, praying to anything that it wasn't a bully. I turn around and thankfully, it's just a friend, PJ.

"Oh hey." I breathe. "Don't worry, it's just me." He laughs. "Yeah, I guess I got nervous." I blush. "You look like you had seen a ghost." He laughs. We start walking in the rain and talk about school drama, annoying teachers, bands.

"And here we are. Welcome to hell, everyone." PJ says as we approach the tall menacing building that we call high school.  

I groan and we walk inside. The busy bustle and hustle of teenagers greet us. The group of jocks trying to hype another guy up as their drinking god knows what. The cheerleaders swapping lipstick colors by someone's locker. A group of friends with coffee in both hands quizzing each other with questions. Welcome to high school.

"Want to walk to art together?" PJ asks me. I nod and smile a bit. This is odd, he usually walks with his closer friend, Chris. I don't read into it and just accept the company for once. 

Art is chill like always because I enjoy drawing and painting. Today we were working individually which I like, and I got to work on my shaded painting. The rest of the day sucks like usual, occasionally talking to some people, playing piano in music, a nice sandwich at lunch. 

I walked home like usual and immediately went up to my room. I threw my bag down with a thump and fell on my bed. Another day, another breath. I grabbed my laptop and curled up into my position I'm always in. I clicked on YouTube and I began my scrolling.

New Recommendation! Try @amazingphil! 

I shrugged and clicked on it. The channel's profile was a cute black hair boy posing awkwardly with wide blue eyes. I clicked on a video, "51 Things in My Room." A boy with a long black fringe popped up, showing random things and making adorable faces for each thing. I couldn't help the growing smile on my face.

I clicked on another, "My mum is a lobster". I heard his voice for the first time and quickly realized that he was from somewhere in the UK. My heart fluttered. I clicked on another, and another, and another.

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Hours later, with interruptions of dinner and shower, I have successfully watched every last one of his videos since he started his channel. I suppose I'm a bit obsessed. He is so adorable and funny, yet random and relatable. I liked all the videos and left some comments on some of them. Okay, maybe a lot of them. I don't care. I'm desperate to know about him more. I've only just started today but I felt like a click when I watched the videos. I'd smile and laugh. Like actually laughed. 

I noticed a pop up in the last video I watched saying "contact me, text me, follow me on myspace! @amazingphil 

So I did. And it changed my life.