A/N: Hi guys! I'm back again.

"Wow Cici! You updated in under a week! Your fastest update ever!" Yeah I know,this is probably the fastest I've ever updated any of my stories....ever. So be grateful,I did it all for you guys!

Thanks to everyone who favourited the chapter and their comments:)

Your continued support makes me really happy and I'm genuinely happy that people are reading this story. It helps me to be a lot more confident in my writing. I know I'm probably not the best author ever, but as long as there are a handful of people out there enjoying it....that's all that matters to me.

Ok Cici. Enough with the cheesiness....*coughs awkwardly*

I previously said that Dan and Phil wouldn't be appearing until ch.11/12 or so......I never said any YOUTUBERS OTHER THAN DAN AND PHIL would be appearing BEFORE then. You may have guessed from the title but....if you haven't guessed who is appearing in the chapter....read on and find out!

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Things were not working out well today,but I was determined to stay ever the optimist(Ha-like that was going to be easy),and head to my Creative Writing lecture.

"Writing does not come naturally. It's a gift,a talent. Most of you already know this whether you heard me say it in an earlier lecture,or if you already know this yourselves." Professor Fields said, as she slowly walked along the stage.

We all stared up at her,breathing in her every word. That's what I loved about her lectures:she always managed to make all of us snap to attention and listen attentively, listen to every word of advice that came out of her mouth. After all,she was a former Booker Prize winner.

"But it can also be a curse. " Professor Fields continued. "It's a curse trying to come up with a original plot,it's a curse trying not to use clichés and it's a curse trying to come up with characters,their traits, their likes and dislikes,their relationships with other fictional characters and what they ultimately teach the reader,if they teach them anything at all. Some novels are meant to be light and fluffy, but some are meant to be dark and thought-provoking. Some might want to write fluff,others might be more suited to gore.Whatever you write is your own personal preference....but whatever you write,every word must make sense. Every word must link to join a sentence or a paragraph. And these sentences will tell your story."

Professor Fields surveyed every one of us through her glasses. "Today we shall be focusing on genres and sub-genres." She realised we were all staring at her and she pointedly stared back at us,lowering her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Feel free to take notes as I am speaking. This is after all,a lecture."

We all jumped guiltily,and started to scramble for our notebooks and pens,as the room was filled with the sounds of fabric rustling, pens clicking and pages being turned. Professor Fields looked around the room as students prepared to take notes. She noticed that I already had everything organised, that I was the only one who wasn't desperately looking for a pen or a fresh page in my notebook.

Her eyes landed on mine for a split second,and we held eye contact.

And I could have sworn that for a split second,that she smiled.

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By the time the lecture had ended, college was officially over for the day, thank god. It was around 3 PM so the sun was starting to set in the sky,which meant I had about two hours to start on my Creative Writing assignment before heading home.

There was a nice quiet park near Trinity, where I always went every day to start my Creative Writing assignments. It's one of those really quiet secluded parks, with small gravel paths and a tiny pond with water lilies.

Sitting down on one of the benches,I took my notebook out of my messenger bag. I had quickly scribbled the assignment from Professor Fields in red pen on the top of the page.

Write a short story, 5 pages minimum, in the Hurt/Comfort genre. Clichès are not allowed.

No problem for me. I put pen to paper and began to write a draft,propping my notebook on my knees.

Ella stared at the knife in her hand. She had been using it to cut cake, but she wondered what it would be like if it cut her flesh,if dark ruby red blood started to ooze as the cold metal dug into her skin. She could almost imagine the stinging sensation of pain as the knife pressed deeper,deeper and deeper.....

"What are you writing?"

I literally jumped ten feet into the air. My knees bolted against the notebook, and with my pen still to paper,I accidentally sent a blue crossed line through what I had written. I turned to glare at the stranger who had so rudely interrupted me-and then froze.

The stranger had really green eyes. Like,seriously green. As in neon green. Ok,maybe not that green. But still. He had curly brown hair that matched his eyes,and he was wearing a denim jacket over a t-shirt of little Pikmin and dark jeans. Red Converse All Stars were his choice of footwear. He looked kind of familiar for some reason...

Glaring up at him, I snapped "I don't give out information to stalkers" before looking back down at my notebook again. I have trust issues,as you can probably tell. People are way too complicated,and I don't like talking to new people,let alone some random stranger who decides to sit down next to me and start a conversation.

The stranger's eyes widened and he put his hands up in defence. "Geez,no need to get so defensive." he huffed. I thought he would have started to leave,but instead he stared ahead at the pond. I flicked through a few pages of my notebook in annoyance,in the hopes that he'd get the message and buzz off.

But I glanced up to see him glancing down at my writing. "You're a writer,huh?" he asked. I quickly snapped my notebook shut and slowly said"Maaybe.."

"It's just....I kinda like that stuff you know? Writing,I mean. And being creative. I love writing scripts,and short stories,there's just something so satisfying when a story comes together right?" The stranger asked me.

Wow. I silently nodded in response at the stranger. He seemed as passionate as I was about writing. And as well as that,I knew he was no poser pretending to be oh-so-artistic,he genuinely looked like he enjoyed it. I found myself having a tiny bit more respect for him. But I still could have sworn I had seen him somewhere before....

I was about to ask him his name when he asked something that took me back by surprise.

"But then again,I guess you know all about a good story. You did a YouTube video on it right?"

Oh God.He watched my videos. He was one of my subscribers. He was a fan. (Possibly.)

I nodded hesitantly. "You watch my videos?" I asked him after a moment of hesitation. The stranger nodded."They're pretty good actually. You have very strong opinions on some things-like that Mortal Instruments video." He tried to hold back a laugh at that.

Oh gods. He saw that video. The one where I fangirled over City of Heavenly Fire.

Please don't tell me he saw-

"And that Magnus Bane video as well. Pretty amusing actually. Seeing as you were dressed in a penguin onesie."

OH GOD. NOT THAT VIDEO. NOT THAT VIDEO. ANYTHING BUT THAT VIDEO.

This is definitely not how I pictured my first fan encounter.......

The stranger saw my panicked expression and burst out laughing. I glared at him as he laughed. Eejit.

"Seeing as you're such a big fan,care to introduce yourself?" I snapped in embarrassment at him. The stranger smiled and leant back against the bench. "The name's PJ. And I suppose you're fanaticfangirl?" he asked me.

And that's when it clicked.

The stranger/stalker/fan was none other than Pj Liguori,or as he was known on Youtube,"KickthePJ." He was a quarter of the Fantastic Foursome, and he was right here sitting beside me in a bench in a park in Dublin. Why hadn't I bought my camera? ....No wait,stop. I had to play it cool. Even if I was a fangirl. Even if he did watch my videos. I had to stay calm.

"Uhm....yeah." I nodded. "I am. But you can call me Ashlinn." PJ's eyes widened. "Ashlinn? That's a really pretty name. I've never heard it before. Is it Irish?"

"Um,yeah. It is. Irish I mean." I stuttered. "Uhm.....are you KickthePJ on Youtube?"

PJ let out a mock gasp of surprise."How did you guess? Was that whole "I don't give information to stalkers thing" a joke then?"

"No. I really did think you were stalking me." I deadpanned. "And I'm sorry about that. I didn't recognise you at first, so I just assumed..." I trailed off."I'm going to shut up now..."

PJ looked surprised and he quickly shook his head."No no it's fine! It's nice having a fangirl who doesn't start losing it as soon as they see me,to be honest."

I shot a grateful smile up at him."So PJ,what brings you to Dublin?" I asked him,starting to become a bit curious.After all,Youtubers like him visiting Ireland was practically unheard of. Maybe he was visiting a friend or doing a meet up with his Irish fans.

"Well I'm not here on business,if that's you're thinking. I'm here on a holiday of sorts."PJ replied. He stared off into the distance,at the pond again." A few of my mates have been here on holidays and they say that Ireland is supposed to be a really creative country, full of storytellers,artists, and musicians. And they were right. Every few blocks,there's a person busking,or a person doing sketches of everyday scenes around then. It's pretty cool really."

"I get where you're coming from." I nodded."This where all the great poets were born like Wilde,Butler and Yeats.....and as well as that,we have some pretty cool legends. Did you know that there's a legend about an evil jealous stepmother turning her husband's children into swans?"*1

PJ raised an eyebrow at this."Something tells me that stepmother was a maniac."

I let out a small laugh at this. "She was.But I guess the old saying rings true:Never get on the wrong side of an Irishwoman,especially when she can turn you into a swan."

PJ laughed along with me,and we fell into an almost comfortable silence. I don't think I'd talked as much to a new person in...forever,really. "Listen." PJ said, breaking the silence. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news,but I need to go back to my hotel to pack. It's my last day here, and my flight is this evening..."

"Oh....no it's okay. It's fine." I mumbled,feeling a bit disappointed. After all,we had been having such a good conversation. PJ got to his feet awkwardly,sensing I was a bit upset. "Listen I'd like to keep in touch with you, maybe I could email you later?" He asked.

PJ wanted my email? "Uh....sure! Just let me write it down!" With shaky hands,I turned my notebook to a fresh page,and I fumbled for my pen. I barely managed to write my email address and tear the page out of the notebook.

"Thanks."PJ took his pen off me and scribbled his email address on the blank page opposite mine. "I'll email you soon!"

I silently watched him go,hearing his Converses crunch against the gravel. When he was almost at the gate,I yelled after him "Okay then!" PJ turned around and stared at me for a moment. And after flashing that smile at me,that smile that so many fangirls adored, he slowly made his way out of the park through the site gate,and disappeared into the crowd.

I sat there staring in silence after him,silently coming to terms what had just happened.

PJ Liguori liked my videos. He was a fan of me. He had my email address.

Despite the fact that he might be in earshot,I threw my head back and let a fangirl screech of happiness.

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"You seriously owe me."

"Mhm."

"I mean it Ashlinn. You owe me in cash. Preferably enough to get that new top in River Island I've been wanting for a while now. Or those earrings in Oasis. Or maybe a new IPhone-"

"Feck off."

I was currently sitting at the kitchen table,staring at my laptop intently,while Maeve was grumbling over the fact that she was cooking dinner for me for the second time in three days. She was chopping a red pepper as she did so,and she added it into the stir fry in the wok pan. "Who is this PJ guy anyway,and why is he so special?" Maeve asked. "Are Dan and Phil not your favourites any more?"

Letting out a long dramatic sigh,I gave Maeve the 5 second version."Pj Liguori. Has Italian blood,is a filmmaker,Youtuber and all around creative person. He has over 628,000 subscribers and he's a quarter of the Fantastic Foursome with Dan,Phil,and Chris."

Maeve turned around with a intent smirk on her face. "Is he cute? Let me see a picture of him."

Oh god.

Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the Italian thing. Did I mention one of Maeve's lifelong dreams is to have a fling with a Italian? Yeah,I don't get that either.

"Uhh...ok." I typed PJ's Youtube name into Google Images,and a bunch of images showed up. Maeve's eyes widened and she practically salivated over the thousands of pictures on screen. "Ash.If I do not meet this guy,my life will be incomplete. I will be left a Juliet without a Romeo,and it will be your fault."

"......And what about You-Know-Who?"(No I wasn't talking about Voldemort. Although I guess I could compare Maeve's ex to Voldemort.)

Maeve's face instantly darkened,and she went back over to her cooking."I don't want to talk about him." She spat out. "Not after what he did to me."

Biting my lip,I nodded in agreement at her,feeling a bit stupid for bringing it up. Two days ago,she was pretty upset about it,48 hours wasn't going to make much of a difference. "Sorry." I mumbled,turning my attention back to my laptop. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

Maeve turned around,and shot me a small smile. "It's not your fault. He's the one who ruined everything." She turned her back on me again. "Dinner will be served soon,okay?"

"Alright..."Still feeling a bit stupid,I clicked back onto my email inbox.

It indicated that I had one new e-mail. I let out a fangirl squeal of happiness. Maeve jumped ten feet into the air. "Jesus Christ,Ashlinn! What's-"

"PJ EMAILED ME!"

"OH MY GOD I WANT TO SEE!"

Maeve barged across the kitchen and sat down next to me. "Open it!" She insisted. Taking a deep breath,I clicked on the e-mail:
Hi Ashlinn,PJ here.
My flight got delayed by half an hour,so I decided I'd use this time wisely,get a coffee,and email you. Terrible weather,right? I don't know how you Irish people can stand it, I guess when you can't take it any more,you start turning other people into swans;)

Maeve frowned at that sentence and turned to see my reaction. I was grinning like an idiot at the screen. She understood that it was an inside joke and continued to read the e-mail with me.

Anyway,I probably should have said this in the park but as you know,I like your videos and I think they're really creative. So I was wondering if you would like to come over to London for a few days,maybe? Perhaps we can do a collab video. It might help you gain a ton of new subscribers for your channel. I could introduce you to some of my friends who do Youtube as well. I think they'd like you.

So,are you up for it?

-PJ

My grin grew wider. This was it. This was my chance to go to London-the one city I'd been dreaming of visiting for the past three years. This was my chance to meet other Youtubers,expand my channel.

But then the most important reason hit me like a ton of bricks.

This was my chance-to possibly meet Dan and Phil.

I turned to Maeve,only to find her grin mirrored mine. I knew automatically she was thinking of shopping,shopping and more shopping-nothing else.

"Hey Maeve....fancy a trip to London?"

"HELL YEAH!"

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A/N:And so they're off to London...or are they?*cue dun dun dunnn music*

And yay PJ has been introduced!*fist pump* I hope I wrote him right you guys......

*Just to explain the whole swan thing,this is an actual Irish legend known as The Children of Lir.If you're reading this and you're from Ireland,you may remember it, but if not that's fine too.
I'll see if I can find it and I'll post a link to it on my Message Board. Feel free to ask me if you're confused-although it's been a long time since I've read the legend*

Anyway,does anyone like the picture on the sidebar? I just thought it suited Ashlinn's character. Sounds like something she'd say. It's from the book Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell.(Yes such a book exists.) I re-read it recently on my Kindle and I fell in love with the book all over again:)
It fits me pretty well too actually...XD

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See ya guys later,

~Cici(queenofdaydreaming)