"And you sir, are sentenced 4 million years is the dungeon of spiders" I yell at Phil, playing along with Kylie, as she pushed him into the little fort we made with sofa cushions.
"Nooooooo!" Phil squirmed, crawling into the pillowy fortress. My phone buzzed in my pocket, as jess' name popped up on the screen.
"Ky, I'm just going to talk to the servants and see if they can get you some juice" I lie, standing up and walking into the hall.
"Hey!" I smile into the phone.
"Hey, I just got in, so I'll go straight to yours right?" She asks, as the sinking feeling in my stomach grows larger.
"U-Ur I-I... you can't... it was sold" I mutter.
"What?" Jess questions.
"I know... something about it not being lived in for more than 3 years...I thought Dan was there" I sigh, shrugging.
"Oh well, just bunk at your parents then I guess" Jess laughs. "Like we did when we were 17" She says. I could just imagine the smile on her face.
"I know right" I laugh.
"Well I'll just meet you at your mu-" Jess starts, before I interrupt her.
"I'm at Iona's actually playing with Kylie, meet me there, it's the third floor in the block of flats on Saxon" I direct her.
"Really? Thats so close" She laughs.
"Well it's all she could afford to be honest" I half smile.
"I'll meet you there in about an hour" Jess says happily.
"Ok, Bye"
"Bye" I hang up the phone, and walk back into Kylie and Phils play session with her beaker of juice.
"For you my lady" I smile, handing her the juice.
"Fank you" She says, her 'th' pronounciation still not quite developed. Sitting down, Kylie wraps her arms around me from the side, her purple princess dress tickling my shoulders.
"Where is Danny?" She asks, her lip pouting.
"Danny is in the deepest depths of Fairytopia, fighting of the evilist of Wubbles" I say, scrunching up my face.
"What is a wubble?" She asks, sitting beside me, her bright blue eyes wide and exited.
"They are smelly, sticky, big blobs" I growl, tickling her sides. She giggles loudly as she rolls around on the floor. "And guess what?" I say, sitting her up. "Phil is a wubble in disguise" I whisper. Kylie's face turns into a shocked expression.
"Phil is now in prison for 8 billion trillion zillion killion lillion..." Kylie trails off spinning around the living room. Phil crawls from the dungeon, and sits beside me.
"When's Dan back?" I ask, picking at my finger nails.
"He should be back in around 10" Phil sighs, pulling out his phone at the indication of a text.
"He's actually coming up the stairs now..." Phil mumbles texting back. "We can surprise him" Phil asks with a mischievious grin. Nodding, Phil shoves me into the dungeon and puts another pillow in front of it.
The door opens, and I hear Dan's croaky voice.
"Ugh work is just so demanding right now..." He complains. "Another game with Kylie?" Dan laughs, supposedly pointing to the cave I was currently sat in.
"Yeah... why has work been so bad?" Phils asks, as I feel two weights behind my head sit on the un-cushioned couch.
"The fact that I would come home to the same life... Just in the flat with over 2 million demanding fans, and one of the only people that can enlighten me half way across the world... other than you of course" Dan laughs.
"Well I'm sure she's missing you just as much as you are" Phil says quietly.
"I hope" Dan sighs, this is where I took my cue to crawl out of my dungeon.
"Damn, that was a hearty crawl" I joke, stretching my arms above my head. Dan's eyes widen as he stares at me in awe. My heart beats at an uncontrolable rate, and I jump into Dans arms, as his hands support my thighs.
I cry into his black t-shirt as he rests his nose inbetween my head and neck, pressing small light kisses to the bare skin by my hair line. We stay there for what feels like hours, breathing in eachothers company. His scent was a familiar scent to me, almost like a fresh ocean breeze, mixed with his almost seductive scented aftershave. By now Phil had quickly left the apartment, probably because of how he was just standing there like a potato.
"I'm home" I whisper, looking at his face, and cupping his cheeks in my hands.
"W-Why?" He stutters, kissing me softly.
"Sadly, existencial crisis' are a thing, and I was cursed with one... so in summary. I broke down, called you and realised I grew up way too quickly, and wanted to come and live my life like I never did. I want to live in a little flat, and not in a fancy villa. And not be in a country where I didn't know who I was. You fell in love with the crazy, brightly coloured haired girl at a Christmas party, who didn't know what she was doing with her life. Not the work crazed girl/woman, who seemed determined to go somewhere she never even wanted to go" I finshed my ramble, with a quick kiss to Dans lips.
"Well, Erin... will you move in with me... to our little flat?" Dan smirked.
"Yes I will Dan Howell... yes I will." I smile, kissing his nose. "Oh, and Jess is coming home too!" I laugh, as Dan groans.
"But I wanted you all to myself" He says, biting his pink lips. His cute smirk was nearly enough to send me off the edge, but Jess was gonna be here soon.
"She'll probably bunk with Iona, or if your willing... then you me and Phil?" I ask, batting my eyelahes and pouting my bottom lip.
"I guess she can stay in the nerd room, but not in our room" He smirks. Nodding, I hug him again, and kiss his temple."... Jess should be here by now" I say, cocking my head to the side. Walking to the front door, I swing it open.
Before me was the last situation I expected. This sure brought back the memories.
Jess, lip locking with Phil.
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OOOOHHHH CLIFF HANGER BIATCHES. ok im sorry your not bitches. but that was still super amaizng i know i know. *bows*
hope you guy liked it and i should be updating again sooonnn <3
~erin
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Cliché (Dan Howell/Danisnotonfire)
Fanfic1 guy, 1 girl. Both addicted to the internet, and both incredibly socially awkward. When you put them together - pretty much a perfect match But what neither Erin or Dan took into account was that not only did they like the idea of each other in mor...
