Dan lies sleeping next to me as I sit next to him, propped on my bed, reading "The Fault In Our Stars", with my glasses on the brim of my nose.

Phil walks into my room, and at first he notices me and opens his mouth for good morning, but then he notices a shirtless Dan lying next to me, his hair ruffled in all kinds of directions.

"What the fuck Fiona!" Phil harshly whispers, not attempting to wake his friend up.

I bookmark my book and set it aside, pushing up my glasses, "What?"

He violently thrusts his hands between me and Dan, "What do you mean 'what'? Fiona, he just broke up with his girlfriend, damn it, I thought you were better than this!"

I roll my eyes, pushing my hair out of my face, "Phil, I did not sleep with Dan in that way, Dan was upset over Savvy and needed someone to talk to, and I was there. He ended up sleeping in here. I am not like that, you and the family raised me better."

Phil sighs a sigh of relief before walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me, "I know you wouldn't do something like that Fiona," he mutters, kissing my forehead. "I just...I don't know about Dan. He's lonely without Savanna, I think he'll want a girl to fill her place. Just - just don't let him take you for granted, okay?"

I smile, "Dan's not like that, either, Phil, but okay," I kiss his cheek. "Now get out of my room."

He sticks his tongue out at me, hugging me and walking out the door, closing it behind him.

I carefully get out of bed, instantly slipping on the hardwood floor, sleeping in my socks wasn't the best idea. I land on my bottom, my book falling on top of me, and then I hear a groan, and the squeaking of the mattress springs as Dan blinks his eyes open.

"Sorry," I mutter, standing up and rubbing my head, placing my book back on the nightstand.

Dan yawns, rubs his eyes, and smirks at me, "Clumsy little you. Morning Fiona."

"Morning Dan."

"What did Phil say about the," he motions between us. "Sleeping together?"

"He said 'what the fuck' and then I explained, and he was fine with it," I answer, pushing my hair out of my face again, only for it to flop back down, itching my face.

Dan nodded, "So...breakfast?"

"Breakfast," I agree.

Dan stands up and begins to stretch, and my eyes linger on him longer then they should've.

"I'm going to put a shirt on, meet you in the kitchen," Dan states, walking out of my room.

"You don't have to do that," I respond with a stupid grin, to which I hear Dan scoff at, and I'm satisfied.

It's nice to have Dan back.

I skip with glee into the kitchen and notice Phil left out two bowls for Dan and I, and a green Post-It note with Phil's sloppy fast handwriting.

'had to go somewhere, be back soon, sincerely Phil ^_^' 

"Dan!" I shout. "Phil went somewhere, it's just you and me!"

He responds with an 'okay' and I grab a box of Lucky Charms, and pick out all of the marsh mellows. 

I sit in front of the TV and flick through the channels until Dan comes back. Sadly, with a shirt. He grabs the remaining bowl and the Lucky Charms, dumping them into his bowl.

"Fiona," Dan groans. "Did you take out the marsh mellows?"

I hold my bowl up as a response and he groans louder.

He walks over and sits next to me, taking a handful of the marsh mellows out my bowl.

"Dan!" I whine, taking a handful of his cereal as a retaliation.

It turns into us just grabbing each others cereal and eating it, with some pieces falling to the floor around us.

I giggle and yawn at the same time once I try to go for his bowl again, but only scrape the glass.

"I feel like taking a nap," I bluntly state, only to let out another yawn.

"Ugh, you're lame," Dan comments, taking my bowl and putting it away for me.

"No I'm not!" I whine, walking into my room and getting warm and comfortable under my soft mattress and cozy bed sheets.

I lie in my bed, repeatedly yawning but keeping my eyes closed until I fall asleep.

"Fiona," Dan moans into my ear, shaking me. "Fiona, wake up."

"No," I whine, turning over in my bed.

He groans, "Fiona!"

"What?" I snap, keeping my eyes closed.

"Wake up, I'm bored. Let's do something."

"No, we can do stuff when we're old, let me sleep," I groan.

"Fion-a," he protests, putting emphasis on the 'a' in my name.

"Fine, Dan, what do you want to do?" I mutter, opening my eyes.

Dan scrunches his eyebrows in though before shrugging, "I don't know. But yay, you're up!"

"Fuck you," I complain, stepping carefully onto the floor and walking over to Dan.

"Ooh! I have an idea!" I exclaim, pulling Dan out of my room.

"What's the idea?" Dan asks.

"Okay, okay, so have you ever read the book Looking For Alaska?" Dan shakes his head no. "Of course you haven't. But I have, so anyway, the girl in the story, Alaska, comes up with this game called Best Day slash Worst Day. Lets do that," I state.

"Sounds boring," Dan mumbles.

"I'm going back to bed then," I say, turning around. 

Dan grabs my arm, "Fine, we'll do it. How do you play?"

I walk over to the kitchen and open one of the pantries, pulling out a bottle of Strawberry Hill wine and walking back over to him, forcing him to the ground with me and setting the bottle in between us.

"Rules are simple if I remember them correctly. I've read the book like five times, and if I remember well enough, we tell the story of our best day. The best story teller doesn't drink. Then we do the worst day, the best one doesn't drink. And we go on and on until one of us quit," I explain, popping the cap off of the bottle.

"Okay, sounds interesting-ish," Dan says.

"You start."

"Um, okay...the best day of my life was when...it was probably when I met my first subscriber. I was walking to the tube, I think, and a girl kept looking at me. Then suddenly her eyes widen and she runs to me and hugs me and starts chanting 'danisnotonfire' over and over again and she told me she loved me so much and to never stop making YouTube videos ever," emphasis on the ever. "So yeah, best day of my life."

"Nice one. Okay, okay so mine goes like this. Little Phil and I, well, Phil was like sixteen and I was like nine...but anyway, Phil had to take me to the shopping centre with him and I had my favorite stuffed animal in one hand and Phil's hand in the next, and sometime along the way I lost my stuffed animal and I was crying and crying and crying, and then Phil took the remaining pounds he had and bought me a cute little Totoro plushie thing and then and there I dubbed him the best brother for the rest of my life," I say, picking up the  bottle and handing it to Dan.

He drinks, before setting it down right before him and wiping his mouth, "Okay, worst day?"

"You go."

Dan narrowed his eyebrows and thought, his eyes lightening up when he thinks of something, but then ruling it out.

He groans, "I don't know. Um, when I was going all big and YouTube and stuff and some - wait no, a lot of my fans had heard from this one girl that they found my brother, Adrian's Tumblr and they just like started harassing him and shit, and I get a call from him saying 'shut up with your stupid fans, I hate your fame and I hate you' and then he just hung up," Dan says.

"Oh...I'm sorry about that Dan. Um, worst day of my life? I um...okay, worst day of my life. I'm riding the bus home from school, and as I get off the kids in the back of the bus keep shouting 'hey girl' and when I turn around they call me an 'ugly bitch'. So I go in and cry and Phil's all angry over something as well and he tells me to get the fuck over it and I don't want to go to mum and dad so I'm just in my room crying because I'm convinced everyone thinks I'm an ugly bitch and I just wanted to die. Worst day," I state, and then I pick up the bottle and drink.

We continue sharing back and forth and go through two more bottles of wine before I end up forgetting everything we're doing.

"Okay, okay, so I haven't been drunk in forever, Dan, and I know when I'm drunk because I never feel this dizzy. So there's like this cop, kay? And so there's this dude or whatever driving and the cop pulls him over, and then the guy is drunk, right? And so like, the guy is like 'I swear to drunk I'm not God'," and then I burst out laughing.

Dan smiles and shakes his head, he's not as wasted as me, "Lets get you into bed."

"No!" I whine. "I don't want to go! Bed is boring!"

Dan just picks me up and carries me in my bed and tucks me in with a smile, "Sleep well, Fiona."

"Love you Dan," I say with a grin, exposing both of my dimples.

"Love you too, Fiona," he says in responce, turning off the light to my room and shutting the door instantly.

oops this took longer than expected