Why Do You Do This? (YouTuber FF) *under editing*

Hair Fetish

Half way through our second episode of Doctor Who where the eleventh Doctor and Amy save the last star whale, the front door opens with a yell. "I'm home!". Both Phil and I ignore Dan, wanting to watch the Doctor save the whale and the people. Minutes later, he enters the lounge with a bag in on hand and a small black box in the other. Dan shifts awkwardly in the doorway before entering the room, sitting on the red bean bag chair close to the fire place. Phil glances to Dan, the corner of his lips picking up slightly but then he looks back to the television, watching Amy press the forget button. Dan looks at us before looking to the TV screen then looking back to his bag and box. Seeing that neither Dan nor Phil will say anything, I take it upon myself to talk first.

"What do you got there, Daniel?" I scoot forward on my seat slightly, leaning forward. My elbows rest on my knees and my hands rest under my chin, supporting my head. Dan messes his fringe up and then fixes it back into it's usual place. He opens the box up first, pulling out a pair of black shoes. "My other ones have been getting old." He then moves to the bag and pulls put two shirts and a pair of black skinny jeans. He then told a story of how he got stuck in a dressing room and how he had to crawl under the door to get out. Thankfully, there was only a few people in there. By the time he finished his story, the episode of Doctor Who ended and we turn off the tv. Dan complains that he is hunger and offers to order takeout. Or takeaway as they call it. I'm not that hungry since I just had Mac and cheese just a few hours ago but non the less, I agree and so does Phil. We could never pass down food.

While waiting for the food to get here, Phil asks when me and Tyler plan to fly back to LA. This saddened and delighted me. In just a few short days, I'll be leaving my new friends behind. Leaving behind this beautiful city and it's wonderful attractions. But it made me happy to think that I'll be seeing my mom soon. I haven't told her or Tyler that I'm going to go straight to her when we get back. I'll drop my dirty clothes off at home, pack for a few days, then get onto a train. I miss my mother so much that it makes my heart ache at the thought of being so far from her. Just thinking about her warm hugs makes my heart hurt. It also pained me to think about leaving Dan, Phil, Zoe, Alfie and Troye behind. What I know of, Troye is going to go to Brighton for a few days when Tyler and I go back home. It also saddens me that I haven't gotten to know Zoe, Alfie and Troye as much as I wanted to. They are still pretty much a mystery to me. Dan and Phil, however, I have gotten to know them over the past week. Spending a significant amount of time with them. I want to get to know Zoe, Alfie and Troye better. I do know a bit about Troye and he knows my secret since Tyler raged about how I walked out on him. I trust Troye with the information and he knows that. Troye doesn't look at me like a wounded puppy like other people would do. If only we all live in the same few miles as each other so we can see each other daily. To get to know each other better. But that's most likely never going to happen.

I confront Dan and Phil about how I feel while we get out cups, knifes and forks in preparation of the food. They understand where I'm coming from and why I feel this. The only thing interrupting our conversation was the buzz of the intercom. Dan buzzed the delivery boy in, paying and then dropping the containers on the table. We decided on getting Chinese food since we are trying to eat healthy. This thought males me smile and snicker. Us and health don't belong in the same sentence. Once we have gotten everything we ordered, we continue the conversation from before. Making me remember that I wanted to have a small little celebration for Thanksgiving despite the cultural difference. Both Dan and Phil offer to have it at there apartment. Just a small little thing. We decide to go shopping tomorrow, but invite people tonight. I privet message Zoe on Twitter to ask if she and Alfie wants to come, in which she replies no. Her and Alfie are going to be having a dinner with Alfie's parents. But she offers to hang out the next day, which we accept. Dan and Phil haven't been to her apartment in Brighton so they are excited to go. I text Tyler, telling him that he is coming, in which he says "what ever bitch". This makes me giggle and reply oh so cleverly: "Don't give me that sass, Oakley." Of course Troye will be coming too. So it's just going to be Dan, Phil, Tyler, Troye and me.