A/N: Hello!!!

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Ok guys enjoy the chapter! (P.S It's quite long,I'm so sorry there's just a lot I had to squeeze in into this chapter:)

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The ride back to PJ's apartment was mostly spent in silence,a very awkward silence that no one was willing to address-not while in the taxi anyway.

The driver tried to indicate some friendly conversation with us,like "So are you guys from out of town?"(Maeve opened her mouth to reply that we were,but PJ cut her off with "No we're not" quite briskly and "Not very nice weather we're having is it?" (PJ let out a grunt in response.)

Eventually the driver got the message-all of us were in foul humour and too busy being depressed or angry at each other to have a friendly chat with him. Poor guy. I suppose in other circumstances we could have chatted-

Oh geez Ashlinn,who are you kidding. You can't even start a conversation with your own brother sometimes,let alone a taxi driver.

I don't like admitting it,but most of the time my brain is right. Especially when it starts to turn against me at times like this,filling me up like a balloon with feelings of self-loathing and despair instead of oxygen,making me feel like the worst person in the world.

Admittedly, Seàn and I had gotten along a lot better in the past month or so. But not in a normal sort of way,we weren't finally starting to warm up to each other and feel the affection that one should normally feel for a sibling.

We were sticking together out of fear. We were the bearers of a massive secret that if revealed,would hurt everyone around us, everyone we loved and cared about.

Well,I don't really care about Patrick but Seàn does. But I don't despise him for it anymore. I understand why.

Getting on the wrong side of Patrick O'Donnell is not a situation you want to find yourself in,believe me.

The driver eventually pulls up outside PJ's apartment. "That will be twenty-five pounds and sixty pence,please."He announces gruffly,then leans back in his seat as PJ mutters a curse under his breath,and starts rummaging around in his wallet. He eventually pulls out a wad of crumpled pound notes and a few pence coins,handing them reluctantly to the driver. The driver grins at him,pleased that the sufficient amount has been paid.

While PJ was paying the fare,Maeve and I had gotten out of the taxi,Chris slinking along behind us. Did I forget to mention he was still glaring at me,still waiting for me to pick another fight with him? I ignored him,fighting the urge to roll my eyes up to heaven.

He really was one of the most infuriating people I had ever come across in my life.

PJ caught up to us and silently led us to his apartment door. He expertly slid the key into the lock,and ushered us all inside. As soon as the front door slammed shut,Chris started to snap at me again."This is all your fault."He snarled at me."If you had given me a second to speak,maybe we wouldn't have gotten into this mess."

I let out a "Huh!"noise,showing how offended I was."Chris,you were basically accusing me-"

I never got a chance to finish that sentence as PJ cut me off,stepping in between the two of us and doing a gesture with his hands that was the universal signal for "Zip your lips shut."

We stared at him blankly for a few moments before sighing and mimicking his gesture. PJ seemed pleased that we had done that much at least and went to lean back against the apartment door. Chris and I turned to face him,standing as far away as we could from each other. Maeve chose to observe from the living-room at the end of the hallway.

"Now if you don't mind me asking..."PJ started off,but his stern tone implied we didn't really have a choice in the matter-"What was all the big fuss about?"

Chris and I began talking at once,our voices getting higher as we tried to get our side of the story told.

"Well,you see-"

"Peej,she was being a spoilt brat-"

"Maybe Chris,if I could have a chance to explain why I punched you-"

"Oh believe me. She had no reason Peej-"

"I had a perfectly valid reason you little sh-"

"Enough!" PJ's voice boomed throughout the apartment as he cut across us. There were a few moments of silence,save for the sounds of our breathing. "Have you both calmed down now?"

We both nodded.

"Are you sure?"

Another nod.

"Will you be willing to listen to the other person's point of view without butting in?"

Chris and I both looked at each other. He sighed impatiently. I rolled my eyes at him. We both nodded.

"Ok. Chris you can go first."PJ said. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets,but I forced myself to stay calm. Of course Chris was PJ's best friend,PJ would listen to him first.

Chris shot a quick triumphant glance at me as if to say "Ha!",before turning to PJ. "Well Peej,I didn't mean for it to turn out like this."He began,making his voice quiet and apologetic. "I was only trying to talk to her. I just thought it was funny,the way she was turning up here in London all of a sudden,the way you were suddenly taking an interest in her. PJ,she's using you mate. Anyone can see that-"

"Stop." PJ's tone was harsh as he cut across Chris. "That's enough from you." He turned to me,and I could literally see the cogs turning in his brain as he tried to figure out what had happened in the Tate."Ok Ashlinn,what happened in your perspective?"

Finally! "Well...It all started when you went to take that phone call. Chris comes up to me and insults me as usual." I pause to pointedly look at Chris,he's guiltily looking at the floor. "And that's when he falsely accused me of playing some sort of game,of using your influence on Youtube to gain more views for my videos,more subscribers. He said I wanted to do the same to Dan and Phil as well,which is not the case as you know. And then I may have said some...things."

PJ raised an eyebrow at this. "What kind of things?" PJ asked,putting air quotes on "things."

Chris saw this as an opportunity to interject and state what I had said,much to his obvious delight. "Things like I'm a jealous,wannabe Youtuber who is jealous that Leprechaun over here is spending more time with you than I am...which isn't true."

PJ let out a long sigh."Ashlinn,I'm sorry he's acting this way. He always gets like this when I collaborate with new Youtubers like you,but never like this." Chris rolls his eyes at this,suddenly looking very interested in the floor.

What the hell? That guy definitely has a problem...but then again,people never seem to like me.

And he isn't totally to blame either.

"Uhm...Chris might not be the one to blame in all of this." I mumbled quietly. It was only a mumble,but it was enough for PJ and Chris to look at me in unison. Chris looked very surprised and stunned,but his expression quickly changed into one of satisfaction. PJ just looked curious,his green eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at me. "Go on..."he said slowly, encouraging me to speak.

I could feel everyone in the room looking at me,their gazes as intense as a spotlight shining onto a stage. My mouth felt dry,and my tongue felt as rough as sandpaper. My stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots. One thing became clear to me in that moment:I would have never cut it as an actress. If I was feeling nervous in a room of three people,god knows how I'd fare on a stage. I would probably make an almighty eejit of myself.

"He's not to blame,because I started it." I stated,my voice sounding raspy in my throat.

PJ stared at me in dumbfounded silence. "What?"

"What I mean is I started the fight-" I started to find myself babbling on unnecessarily,the way I always did when I got nervous.

"Yeah I understand that..."PJ sighed,closing his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them again,he looked at me in shock trying to understand."But why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I threw my hands up in the air,starting to get a bit annoyed."He called me a bitch,and he called Maeve dumb and he also thought I was using Maeve to get to where I am now." I turned to look at Maeve,who was staring at me,wide-eyed in the doorway. "And Maeve,you know that is not true. I am the least manipulative person in the world. I've been hurt way too much to ever do that to someone. I know how much that hurts."

Chris let out a quiet snort,a small smirk on his face as he stared at the floor. He mumbled something under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

"Playing the pity me card,are we? Pathetic."

A cold silence fell over the flat. I stared at Chris in horror,wondering how he could be so cruel. PJ looked disgusted,like he had just come across a pile of rotten garbage.

And Maeve...her face was impassive,blank as she stared at Chris. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She started to walk towards Chris,slow but steady,her heels clicking on the laminated floor of PJ's apartment.

Click,click,click.

I was reminded vaguely of Sineàd Loughlin,and the way her heels clicked across the floor. I shivered inwardly,suddenly knowing what Maeve was going to do.

And it wasn't going to be pretty.

She stopped right in front of Chris,her hands on her hips. "So you think I'm dumb,do you mate?" She snapped at him ,her Dublin accent as thick as I'd ever heard it. "Did ya think I was a wagon? Did ya think I was thick? Because I'm blonde?"

Chris said nothing,still staring down. He raised his head slowly,to make eye contact with her. A huge smirk was on his face,he wasn't even trying to hide it.

That's when Maeve raised her hand and slapped him across the face,so hard his head jerked to the side. Both PJ and I stared wide-eyed,but before we could react,Maeve was talking again. Her voice wasn't angry like it was a few seconds ago. In fact it was calm and cool,much like an icy breeze on a cold day in February(which incidentally it was),or like a business woman discussing a deal with a client.

"Now, you listen up Chris Kendall. I'm not taking any more of your bullshit. I've only known you for a day and already you are turning out to be one of the most selfish and immature people I have ever met. You have been nothing but harsh towards Ashlinn since we came to London,don't you think I haven't noticed. I'm her best friend,you know. I have to look out for her and protect her from eejits like you.
How dare you accuse her of being a manipulator. How dare you call her a bitch,and how dare you call me dumb. Ash has had her heart set on this YouTube thing from the very start. I've seen her on her worst days,when even I couldn't cheer her up. But you guys could. Youtubers like PJ,Dan and Phil were the only people who cheered her up. And then you think that after all of that she would turn around and backstab them?" Maeve shook her head,looking disgusted with Chris. "Not a chance. If it wasn't for you guys,Ash and I wouldn't be here right now. So maybe think before you speak,yeah? And don't you dare come near her again or else I'll feckin' beat you to a pulp,are we clear?"

Chris nodded wordlessly in response,hanging his head like a small child who had just been told off. Which in a sense he was.

Maeve whirled around,fixing her cold stare at me. "Come on Ash,we're leaving." She snapped at me.

"But-"I tried to protest,but Maeve already had a tight grip on my arm,dragging me towards the front door. She stopped when she saw PJ staring at her,his mouth wide open. She stared at him amused,raising an eyebrow. "And what would you be staring at?"

PJ's cheeks started to flash beetroot red,as his mouth opened and closed shut without a sound,he almost looked like a goldfish as he tried to say something,anything that wouldn't make himself look like a total idiot."Uhm..."He stuttered out. "N-Nothing. Y-you were just very s-straightforward..."

Maeve looked very proud of herself."Well, someone had to say it."Her expression softened a little as she mumbled something to PJ,and PJ nodded in response. He then turned to me as Maeve opened the apartment door."I'll text you later."He murmured,his green eyes full of an emotion I couldn't quite place.

Was it pity? Embarrassment? Shame?

I never found out as Maeve pulled me though the apartment door,and it slammed shut in my face.

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As soon as Aunt Niamh opened the door to us, I knew she could tell something was up. It was pretty obvious by the way her eyes skimmed over my bruises and scratches,and by the way her eyes flashed with concern. But if she suspected anything,she didn't comment. She just greeted us as usual with a cheery grin and her usual optimistic personality as we walked though the front door quietly.

"Girls! I'm so glad you're home! Honestly the Tube can be a bit of a hassle in the evening, with everyone rushing home after a long day's work, so I wasn't sure if you'd be home in time for dinner. Speaking of a long day's work,Clodagh only got back from the studio an hour ago. And she was up at the crack of dawn,like you Ashlinn! I'll let her know you girls are home. Clodagh! Ashlinn and Maeve are home!"

"OK!" We heard her moving around upstairs in her bedroom as we entered the living room. She was probably taking a break from studying,it was mid-term break after all and she was doing her A-Levels soon.

I hadn't even gone near my college work yet partly because I had been too busy with other things(such as Youtube) to do so and secondly because quite frankly,I couldn't be bothered.

College work was dreary and exhausting to work though,it takes ages to work though one assignment and by the time I move onto the second assignment,I always feel exhausted and drained like all the energy I had when starting has been drained out of me. It's not that I find the work hard,it's grand once you keep your head down and focus but it's very hard to impress college professors,especially at the best college in Ireland.

Half-hearted attempts at work are simply not an option.

And then people wonder why I procrastinate so much. Is it any wonder?

Then again,I should probably make a start on my work soon. Just the thought of it makes me shudder as I sink down into the comfy couch,letting the plush leather and soft cushions sink into my back,making me feel comfortable and slightly relaxed. Aunt Niamh scurries off into the kitchen,after muttering that dinner will be ready very shortly.

"Hey!" Clodagh greets us cheerfully as she bounds into the living room,she's changed out of her dance gear into old tracksuit bottoms and a fitted navy t-shirt. Her red hair has been scraped back into a ponytail,but a few stubborn strands have escaped and are tucked behind her ears. Even in simple gear she looks even more stylish than I can ever hope to be. A bit like Maeve,almost.

A frown finds its way onto Clodagh's face as her eyes skim over my cuts and bruises."Ashlinn,what happened to you?"She asks, sounding concerned. "I thought you were filming with PJ? You look like you've been in a war!" She tries to adopt a light-hearted and joking tone,but I can still see the concern in her eyes.

"She was." Maeve answers for me,smiling up at Clodagh. "She just had a bad fall on the way over here,that's why she looks so beaten up. Nothing to worry about!"

I try not to wince at Maeve's overly chirpy tone. It's obvious that she's lying,anyone can tell. She's trying a little too hard to cover up for me,so much so that's she's making Clodagh even more suspicious.

Clodagh looks confused, but before she can ask any more questions,Aunt Niamh calls out that dinner is ready from the kitchen. Maeve and I get to our feet,and as we take our seats around the dinner table,Clodagh is still giving me that same look,probably wondering what the hell is going on.

The atmosphere during dinner is not the same as last night,there is still a stream of friendly chatter and banter,but it doesn't feel the same.

The smiles and laughs coming from Aunt Niamh and Clodagh are more forced than last night,and their tones sound a bit more reserved and subdued. They glance at each other at times,and then they glance at my bruises.

This turns my stomach into knots,and I find myself picking at my lasagne and salad,no longer feeling hungry. I'm the first to leave the table,after forcing myself to eat though all of the meal so that they won't panic and start asking questions about what happened today.

I've already caused enough pain and hassle for others today to last a lifetime.

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Aunt Niamh finally caves in just before I go to sleep.

I'm curled up in my guest bed,head propped against my pillows as I scroll though my Tumblr feed on my laptop. I had only meant to go on to the site for a few minutes before putting it aside,and spend the rest of the night reading my book,but Tumblr was quite addictive. I'd log onto to reblog a few posts,but I
would always end up reblogging at least a dozen posts,if not more.

Maeve had gone to the bathroom to brush her teeth and Clodagh was in her room obviously,so I was by myself.That is, until I hear a tentative knock on the door.

I look up to see Aunt Niamh hovering in the doorway,leaning against the already open door slightly. Her jet-black hair is tied back in a bun,which suits her heart-shaped face. Her dark green eyes study me closely,and her forehead puckers up as she frowns at me,although it's not a frown of disappointment. She fiddles with the belt of her dressing gown anxiously as she asks"Can I come in?" quietly.

For a second she looks so much like Mum I forget to breathe. But then I remember,and I'm filled with a cold feeling that seeps down into my bones. "Yeah,you can come in."

She walks over quietly to sit at the foot of my bed,while I log out of Tumblr,and turn off my laptop,putting it onto the bedside table. I have a feeling I'm about to have a serious conversation,one that requires my full attention.

"So...what exactly happened today?" Aunt Niamh asks gently.

And then it all comes pouring out,about Chris,how filming went,how we went to the Tate and the fight between Chris and I. "So basically I've messed everything up,and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it,if I even can at all." I finished up,sighing and leaning my head back against the headboard.

"I knew those bruises weren't caused by a fall."Aunt Niamh smiles wryly."It was sweet of Maeve to stand up for you,but I could tell you were in a fight." She lets out a soft chuckle before saying "You've definitely inherited the Heffernan temper. It runs though our family,you know. Pure genetics." I wonder for a moment why she didn't say O'Donnell, but then I remember.Mum's maiden name was Heffernan,her surname before she married Patrick and became an O'Donnell. It's funny how you can forget little details like that.

"I had it when I was young,so did your mother. Saoirse was a lot better at standing up for herself though." Aunt Niamh smiles at me gently, before staring off into space. Her eyes are ever so slightly glazed over,whether it's from nostalgia or tears,I can't quite tell.

"You're not mad at me?" I ask,surprised at the fact that I wasn't getting yelled at.(I mean,I kind of did start a fist-fight in one of the most busiest museums and then got kicked out.)

Aunt Niamh turned back to me,snapping out of her trance. "Of course not. It's not like you intentionally wanted to start a fight.You were only standing up for yourself and Maeve. That Chris fella was way out of line." 

"Yeah,but I've probably ruined my friendship with PJ now. Chris is one of his close mates. He said so himself,even if he did say he gets a bit jealous of others."

"There's probably some reason he acts like that. At least,you're not the only one who has had to suffer his childish behaviour. But still,you should find out what happened to him to make him act like such a dickhead to you." I found myself chuckling a little at Aunt Niamh's blunt advice. She was right. I had to find out why Chris had such a chip on his shoulder about me-and I had to do it soon,before leaving London.

Maeve chose that moment to appear in the doorway, dressed in her PJ's and waving her hands in the air. She stopped walking when she saw Aunt Niamh sitting on my bed. "Uhm...is this a bad time?" She asked awkwardly,hovering in the doorway.

Aunt Niamh's eyes went wide and she quickly jumped off my bed. "Oh no no no,not at all! It's fine, you can come in! I was just leaving anyways." She turned to me and quickly squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. Things will work out Ashlinn." She whispered,before heading towards the door.

Maeve stepped politely out of her way,and as she left I heard her say "Good job dear. You slapped some sense into him,if nothing else."

Maeve was left standing in the doorway,staring after Aunt Niamh. She then studied her nails,grimacing. "Well,I hope so. I almost chipped a nail slapping his ugly baboon face."

I stared at her in shock,my mouth wide open. Maeve looked up from her nails and smirked at me knowingly. I let out a snort of laughter,and before we knew it we were both laughing our heads off,laughing so hard that our stomachs began to ache.

It was little moments like this when I truly appreciated what an amazing friend I had.

And from that moment onwards,I started to appreciate Aunt Niamh a lot more.

~~~

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Maeve and I both woke up to the sound of my IPhone buzzing on the bedside drawer. I thought it was Maeve's IPhone at first,but she let out a groan and pulled the covers up over her head. I guess it was mine then.

Slowly opening one eye,I saw that my IPhone was indeed buzzing away on the dresser. I reached out for it and miraculously managed to bring it underneath my covers without dropping it carelessly. Shielding my eyes against the bright glare of the screen,I saw that the time was half past nine and that I had a new text message from PJ.

Suddenly,I was very wide awake.My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as I quickly rubbed away sleep flakes from my eyelids,sat up in bed and entered in the passcode with shaky hands,eager to see what he had texted me.

PJ: Sorry about yesterday. Can u swing around by my place at 11? Chris has something he wants to say to u.

I found myself texting back quickly before I even had time to think.

Me:Is he going 2 be a sarcastic prick again?

As soon as I hit the "Send"button,I regretted it. It wasn't PJ's fault,how was he supposed to know? My phone buzzed again a few seconds later as a new text appeared on the screen.

PJ: No. He wants to apologise 2 u. In person.

"Are you going to go?" Maeve had gotten out of bed and was currently hovering over my shoulder,reading what PJ had texted me. I quickly locked my phone and slowly turned to face her,considering my options.

I could refuse to come over and accept his apology,making me look childish and bratty and ultimately ruin my friendship with PJ.

Or I could do the mature thing and go over to PJ's place and hear Chris out,even if I wasn't ready to forgive him.

I didn't have any other choice.

I had to do the right thing,whether I liked it or not.

~~~

And so I found myself standing outside PJ's apartment with Maeve an hour and a half later ringing the doorbell,and feeling like a nervous wreck.

I had no reason to feel that way. I mean,I wasn't totally in the wrong here. But I did start a fight with him,so I guessed I had some apologies of my own to make too.

PJ opened the door to us,wearing a Mario t-shirt and jeans. He grinned cheerfully at us,but it didn't reach his eyes. He shuffled his feet around nervously,as he stepped aside and gestured to the main hall. "Ladies,such a pleasure to see you again. Come in and enter my humble den." he joked,trying to get rid of the tension hanging over us.

We smiled at him and thanked him as we stepped inside,PJ shut the front door behind us and we all stood there for a few moments before PJ looked at me and nodded towards the living room. "Chris is in there,Maeve and I will be in the kitchen if you need us."

Maeve blinked in confusion at PJ,but she didn't seem to mind as she smiled at me reassuringly, before heading into the kitchen with him. Which left me alone to face Chris. Great.

He was sitting on the sofa when I came in,playing a game on his phone. He looked up as I walked in,and quickly locked his phone,shoving it into his jeans pocket. "Hey."He greeted me quietly,shooting a quick smile.

"Hi." I sat down in one of the armchairs near the door,as far away from the sofa as possible.I noticed that the scratch marks I had left on his cheek had turned red,it looked like a cat had scratched him. I silently winced at the sight of it.

Good going Ashlinn.

An awkward silence fell between us as we both stared at the floor,wondering who would be the first to speak up.It was me. "So...PJ said you wanted to apologise to me?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Chris flicked his fringe out of his eyes,and turned to face me fully,leaning forward on the couch. "Look,I know I acted like a dickhead and I'm sorry for that. I was completely out of line yesterday. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said,I didn't think before I opened my mouth. And some of the things I said were pretty horrible."

At this point,he looked hesitant to continue,but he did so anyways, making eye contact with me as he did so. "Listen...For a while there,I had some...problems going on. I was going though a bit of depression. I was starting to question whether it was worth my time making videos,and what Youtube was really about. PJ helped me out a lot though those tough times,he even let me stay here when I got kicked out of my apartment so...I owe him one.

I also lost most of my friends while this was happening. I was becoming even more snappy and cruel to them and I said some things that...I probably shouldn't have said."He paused,biting his lip. "Dan and Phil were the two people who probably were affected by it the most."

My eyes widened in surprise at him. Chris had always been good friends with Dan and Phil,in fact they were so close that along with PJ,they were dubbed as the "Fantastic Foursome." I had noticed that they hadn't tweeted Chris a lot lately on Twitter,but I hadn't thought much of it until now. "What happened?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders at me. "I just snapped. Peej and I were over at their place,I snapped at them,said some bad things,and there was a huge fight. Phil was pretty mad,I'd never heard him raise his voice before,but Dan..."Chris shook his head."I don't want to scare you or anything,seeing as you're meeting him and all,but Dan was livid. We actually had a proper fist-fight,nothing like the one in the Tate. Phil stopped him just in time,but if he hadn't..."

I felt as if my blood had turned to ice cold water in my veins. My breathing sounded heavy and harsh in my own ears. He can't be serious! He couldn't be talking about Dan...

I only knew him from his videos,but he couldn't be talking about Dan Howell! Dan Howell wasn't even able to run a mile,let alone beat someone up badly...right?

I tried to ignore the panicky feeling building up inside me and I managed to keep a steely expression on my face as I said"That still doesn't explain your behaviour yesterday Chris,that doesn't explain how rude you've been to me or Maeve for that matter. What did PJ mean yesterday,when he said you were always like this around other people who made videos with him?"

Chris sighed. "Well...while my channel was sort of going into decline, PJ's channel was slowly becoming more popular. He started making collab videos with other Youtubers,who weren't exactly...nice to me at times. So I sorta retaliated back at them,and PJ was not impressed. He thought I was deliberately attacking them or something." Chris let out a long sigh and dropped his head into his hands. After a while,he looked up at me again and said "Look I get it if you don't accept my apology,I know I wouldn't forgive myself either. But I do acknowledge the fact that I was in the wrong. And PJ was right. You're not like the others he's worked with. You're...different."

I raised an eyebrow at him. I'm not sure what he meant by "different",but I assumed it was a compliment. "Thank you...I think" I replied hesitantly.

"Do you think we could start over as ...I dunno...friends?" Chris asked,with a hopeful look in his eyes. It looked to me like he wanted us to have a fresh start,to forget about all of the harsh insults and taunts exchanged between us.

I will admit that I am a very skeptical and cynical person. I don't really believe in forgiving people easily,especially when they have said very hurtful things about me and my best friend. But underneath it all,Chris didn't seem like the big bastard I originally thought he was. Yes he was snarky,bitter and had an attitude problem but he didn't seem malicious at heart.

He'd just been though a very rough patch in his life. And in a sense,I could relate to that.

But like I've said before,I'm not a very forgiving person.

"Chris,I accept your apology. And I have to say I'm sorry too. I did some things that I'm not proud of either yesterday. You were trying to wind me up and I have to say,you did a pretty good job at it. And as much as I would like to be friends...I can't.

You have to understand Chris,I'm not the most trusting person in the world. It takes a lot of time for people to earn my trust...and it takes a lot of time for me to forgive people. We can't just pretend yesterday never happened because it did,and I'm still trying to get over it.

But that doesn't mean that we can't have a fresh start,we can. It's just we can't be best friends right away. We'll be more like...acquaintances."

Chris didn't seem too happy,but he nodded his head in agreement."Okay. But...it's all good between us,yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah it's...all good."

Another awkward silence fell over the room. Eventually it got so awkward that I mumbled "I'm gonna go tell PJ" and got to my feet,quickly heading towards the door.

"Ashlinn?"

"Yeah?" I stopped walking,but I didn't turn around. I was only a few steps away from the door.

"Don't be fooled. Some Youtubers aren't all as they seem...they like to act up for the camera."

I stood there for a few more seconds,and then wordlessly left the room,slamming the door loudly.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was talking about Dan Howell.

And it didn't take a genius to figure out that I wasn't going to listen to one word of the bullshit that came out of his mouth.

I was going to form my own opinions of Dan whether he liked it or not.

We were only acquaintances after all.

~~~

A/N: Wow. So that was a tense chapter...even more dramatic if I do say so myself!

I really hope you guys enjoyed it! Dan will make his debut in the next few chapters,I promise! I'm not sure about Phil yet,but don't worry he'll join the madness too;)

Thank you so much for getting me to 2K as well! It's not much to other people,but it's a lot of views to me!

I will promise to get chapters up a lot faster guys,sorry for the month-long waits. You guys can check my Message Board until then ,where I will be updating you guys on how chapters are going and if you get really bored,maybe check out my new book?

It's a Dan and Phil imagine book called "The Amazing Book Of Imagines",in which I write Dan and/or Phil imagines/x readers requested by you guys! I'm currently working on the first imagine,which is a Dan one and it's called "Piano Girl" and I have a few other requests to work on,but feel free to check the Introduction out for more info:)

Until next time my "Daydreamers"(can I call you guys that?;),

~Cici(queenofdaydreaming)