A/N: okay holy shit I was so happy when I got my first 10k reads after 50 parts but now it's 60 parts and that's more than doubled?? Like what?? I'm gonna make this chapter hella long I guess as like a celebration sort of thing(my usual chapters are around 3,000 words, this one's about 6,000)! Okay I'm done but thanks so much I love you okay now back to the story.
Also I'm writing this dialog very unprofessionally because like what tf is court like idk but this was better than trying to make it sound formal only to make it confusing so enjoy.

I'm aware that Matthew is talking, however, his words are muffled from the anxiety filling my ears. I know it's kinda super important for me to be paying attention at the moment, but that seems impossible.

Before I know it, Dodie's tapping me on the shoulder, and I realize I've been called to the stand. I walk on a cloud of disassociation up to the wide chair, nearly tripping over my own feet that I can't feel any more.

"So, how did you meet PJ?" A man which I'm guessing is his lawyer asks me, bringing me back to my senses. I'm incredibly close to asking what the hell this has to do with the case, when I catch Matthews eye.

"He was a mutual friend of two of my friends."

"And when did you start dating?"

"We hooked up at a party," I answer bluntly. He gives me a weird look, but I knew honestly was the best route for this.

It feels like a billion years before he actually starts asking me about the reason we're here. "So, how exactly did PJ...abduct you?" The way he uses such a condescending tone makes me want to punch him square in the nose, but I'm able to hold myself back.

"He broke into my boyfriends apartment, and threatened the both of us with a knife. He and Dan fought for a bit, before he got me in a headlock. I eventually let him take me, as I didn't want either Dan or I to get hurt."

"But your boyfriend, Dan, was about to fight him?" I nod. "But you told him not to?" I nod again. "So, in a sense, you let him take you?" I hesitate for a second, before nodding again silently.

He claps his hands together, a snide grin on his face. "So, in a sense, he really didn't kidnap you, after all?"

"He had me at knifepoint!" I shout, not being able to hold back. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Well, it seems like if you really wanted to, you could've fought back."

"And get either me or my boyfriend killed?" My face is burning, anger pulsing from me. I hear the judge call something out, but I can't hear him due to the rage pounding in my ears. It must be something against the lawyer, as he rolls his eyes annoyingly.

"What did you do once you arrived at PJ's apartment?"

This is the part that had been keeping me up at night. I look down as I reply monotonously, "He made me strip down to make sure I didn't have my phone or anything on me."

"And then what?"

"He went to bed, and I slept on the couch."

"That's it?"

"That's all I remember," I finish, finally looking up at him, making sure he can see the hatred in my eyes.

The rest of the day goes about the same way, except I've somehow completely numbed it out, not really remembering much detail. After I had been questioned, Dodie had been brought to the stand, and probably did a much better job than me.

However, when PJ had finally gone up, something happened that I'll probably never forget.

"So, how does the story play out in your perspective?" Matthew asks, holding his chin in his hand as he faces PJ. PJ turns to me, a wicked grin on his face that makes my breath catch in my throat.

"Well, sir, (y/n) had it pretty spot on, I'd say." Muttering spreads through the room, PJ's lawyer bangs his fist against his table angrily, and I become lightheaded. What the fuck?

"What do you mean?" Matthew asks, sounding about as taken aback as I feel.

"I mean, she's telling the truth. I kidnapped her. I wouldn't let her leave. I forced her to have sex with me, and you know what? That was probably the best week of my life." He gives me a toothy grin, and I has to grip onto the edge of the table to keep myself from falling out of my chair.

"Are you confessing?" Matthew asks in a steady voice.

"Yes."

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"I can't believe this," I sob into Dodie's shoulder, hugging her so tightly she might have a few misplaced ribs.

"I know," her voice cracks, making me cry even harder. She finally let's go of me and looks over my shoulder, and I turn to see Matthew standing behind me.

"Well, that's not the way I expected it to go, bu-" he's not able to finish his statement, however, as I wrap my arms around him without being able to stop myself. I'm not usually like this, but the emotions whirring through my mind are making me a different person at the moment.

I pull away, and he gives me a small smile. I look over his shoulder, and almost vomit when I lock eyes with PJ. Even as he's getting his hands cuffed behind his back, an officer muttering into his ear, his smile is insisting to stay in his face. My stomach does an uncomfortable somersault, as they lead him out of the courtroom, he tries to keep his eyes on me, until an officer forces him to look straight. I gulp, then look back at Matthew and Dodie, who are engulfed in conversation.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you," Matthew suddenly says to me, shaking my hand.

I smile back. "You, too. I mean, really, I don't think I could've even hoped for that to even go any better."

He only shrugs. "I don't think I could've either," he jokes.

He leads us out of the building, considering I don't think Dodie or I would be able to find the exit ourselves. As my face is hit with warm, fresh air, I suddenly feel a million times better. That is, until I pull out my phone, and see I have four missed calls from Dan.

I immediately call him back, leaning against the wall of the building.

"Dan?"

"Hey, where have you been? I've been true to get ahold of you."

I hesitate, not knowing what to say. "Um, there's something I need to tell you." Dodie raises her eyebrows at me, a way of saying 'finally' with her expression.

"What is it?"

"Um..." my throat closes, unable to get the words out. "I just...I just got out of court. PJ's going to jail."

"Wait-what?" He sighs heavily. "Why didn't you, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because they didn't tell me about it until the last second, and you were always too busy so I never had the chance to call you, and..."

He cuts me off. "Did he confess?"

"Uh-huh," I reply in a small voice. Dan doesn't say anything, but I hear him sigh on the other end.

"I'm just glad it's over," is all he says.

"Me, too." I hesitate, then ask him, "Where are you right now?"

"Denmark," he answers. "Are you doing alright?" He than asks.

"Yeah," I reply in a small voice. I'm about to say something, when a loud voice comes from the background of the call, and Dan sighs heavily.

"I have to go, but I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay," I breathe.

"I love you."

"Love you, too." And he hangs up the call. But as we walk down the street, I can't help but think to the last thing he said. 'I love you.' Not necessarily what he said, but how he said it. Out of habit. Like he had to say it. I know that every relationship gets to that point, and it doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't mean it, but if the word's lost its shininess already, how soon will it lose its meaning?

I know I'm overreacting. He's probably tired, or thinking about the court thing, or in a rush, but still, even throughout the whole day, I can't get it out of my head. I never thought our relationship would get to that point.

Day 9: Berlin, Germany

I'm only half asleep when my phone goes off at 7:36 with a text message. I roll over and grab my phone, reading the ID. Dan.

I sit up before unlocking my phone and reading the message. I don't know what I had been expecting, but nonetheless, I was still disappointed.

Gonna be busy all day, won't be able to call or text :( love you

Sighing, I text back.

That's fine. See you later, love you <3

I slide my phone into the pocket of my sweats, walking out of my room. However, before I'm gonna even out the door, I somehow stub my toe on my dresser, screaming out in pin.

"God, fucking, damnit," I cuss under my breath, instinctively crouching to the ground in pain. After I wait for the worst of the pain to pass, I examine my foot. My big toe had already started to swell, and I roll my eyes. Of course.

I limp the the kitchen. Surprisingly, Dodie's already awake, devouring a bowl of cereal while scrolling through her phone.

"Mornin," she mutters with a mouth full of cereal, somehow not spewing crumbs everywhere.

"Morning," I mutter, grabbing the bottle of Starbucks iced mocha from the fridge, then, spotting the bottle of vodka on the counter, I pour a little bit into my glass, mixing it with the coffee. It's just gonna be one of those days.

I immediately get myself busy working on my six month video, plugging in my headphones and making a pretty good attempt at blasting my eardrums with music.

I'm flipping through clips of videos I've put in a file on my laptop, watching one from just a random day hanging out with Dan and Phil. My heart drops just a little every time Dan cracks a joke, or laughs, or says something witty. I watch Dan dancing on a lamppost, Phil's and my own hysterical laughing in the background. I can't help but chuckle now. However, pressure begins forming behind my eyes, and I feel tears forming. Before I know it, I'm full-on crying. I close my laptop, leaning back in my chair and attempting to steady my breathing.

I don't think I had realized how much I missed Dan until now. Maybe it was because of the distance I for some reason felt was forming between us, I don't know why, but my crying suddenly becomes all-out sobs. I stand up, planning on going to my bed, when my already-hurt toe runs into the leg of my desk, sending an earthquake of pain through my entire foot.

"God, damnit!" I cry out, flipping on my bed. Tears blurring my vision, I hastily unplug my headphones and turn the music to the highest volume, not wanting Dodie to hear me as I finally let myself go. For the first time in months, I crawl into my bed, sobbing hysterically. In less than a minute, my pillow is soaked.

For just a split second, I worry that Dan might find me like this, only to realize he's miles and miles away, only making me cry harder, if that's even possible. God, why am I even like this?

I end up falling asleep, as one does after a really exhausting cry, and don't wake up until I hear monstrous knocking on my door.

"(Y/n)? What's going on?" Dodie shouts from the other side of the wall.

"Ugh..." I grunt, rolling out of bed. I accidentally glance myself in the mirror, and realize I must've not been asleep long enough, as my eyes are completely swollen, my face extremely blotchy.

I open the door, and Dodie's eyes instantly widen as she sees my hell-stricken face. "What?" I say monotonously.

"What's wrong? She asks sincerely. I just sigh, walking into my room. I sit on the edge of my bed, and She plops down next to me. "What's going on?"

"I...I don't know," I reply lamely, tears streaming once again. "It's not like, it's not like anything super bad, it's just, I can't get my emotions under control. And I just miss him." My voice cracks, and I feel like an intense pussy.

Dodie sighs. "I know, I know it's hard. Dan's not here, and you have to deal with your career, and you just had to deal with court and see PJ again. You have so much on your shoulder, and I think you're just trying to think you can deal with it."

"Yeah, I guess so," I reply. I look into Dodie's eyes, give a small sob, and instantly start crying all over again. She wraps her arms around me tightly, giving me to opportunity to bury my face in her shoulder, not worrying about soaking her shirt with my tears.

Day 10: Day Off

After the fiasco of a day I had yesterday, Dodie ordered pizza for us, and I went to bed early after working on my video a little longer. This project was turning out to be more of a stressor than I originally thought.

Luckily, today was Dan and Phil's first day off. I sort of expected them to take the day exploring Germany or whatever, so I'm a little taken aback when I receive a FaceTime call from Dan around ten in the morning. I answer him, and his cheery face suddenly appears, only a little fuzzy from poor service.

"Hey, stranger!" I greet him happily, making him chuckle.

"Hey," He replies, laughing slightly.

I plop back onto my bed, leaning against the headboard. "So, what have you been up to?"

He shrugs. "Incredibly stressed, sweaty, and eating questionable food, most of which I've never even heard of before. You know, the usual. How about you?"

"Nothing as interesting as you," I reply. "I've been trying to work on that video, but it's been a lot more...challenging, than I had originally thought."

He crinkles his eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

I breathe for a second, trying to figure out the best way to say what I want to say. "It's just, you know, a little stressful, and whatever. Seeing how much has happened, and how much has changed. And it doesn't help that my anxiety is already through the roof at the moment." I give a small laugh.

He gives me a sad smile. "Yeah, I get it. I wish I could be there with you."

"Me too," I reply. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

We talk for at least a couple hours longer, and just hearing his voice and seeing his face, as him actually talking to me, makes me feel a thousand times better. Even raving about absolutely nothing is completely refreshing.

Finally, we hang up, and I check the clock on my phone. 12:43. I crawl out of bed, realizing this is the first time in forever I've been in bed past noon. Heading into the lounge, Dodie sits at the breakfast bar, drinking a cup of coffee and scrolling through her phone, as usual.

"Late start?" I ask, pouring my own cup of iced coffee from the fridge(this time without the alcohol).

"You know it," she replies tiredly. "And I just got off a two hour-long call with Phil."

"Same, with Dan," I say, taking a large gulp of my drink while scanning the cabinets for something to eat. I finally settle on some cereal, grabbing the milk from the fridge and making a bowl. As I grab a spoon, Dodie stands up.

"Well, I'm gonna be off," she declares, stretching slightly.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly. "Where to?"

"I made plans to film a video with one of my friends, and then probably hang out for a little bit."

"Okie dokie," I finish my coffee, saluting her as she pulls on her shoes. "See ya later."

"Bye!" She calls out, closing the door behind her.

Once I finish my breakfast, I rinse out my dishes, plopping them on the drying rack. Sighing, I walk to my room, sitting down in front of my computer once again.

Thanks to something, either talking to Dodie yesterday or Dan today, working on the video is a lot easier than before. I blast my music, editing at the speed of light. Before I know it, I have the collage put together, some cool music put over it, and only needed to do the outro. I set my computer up in front of my bed, take a deep breath, and press record.

"Hey guys. So, I mean, you could probably tell already, but this video was a tad different from my usual stuff. I mean, I have made...emotional content, but this is kind of facing the opposite way." I can't help but giggle nervously. "I just...I don't want to get all soft on you guys, but, I don't know, I just feel good, for the first time in forever.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've seen rock bottom, and I though I was never coming back up." I hadn't been planning on this, but pressure builds behind my eyes once again. "I know it's going to sound so cliché, and ridiculous, but as one of my...best friends have said, some things are cliche for a reason." I pause, wiping my eyes hastily. "The thing is, things change. They might stay the same way for awhile, and getting better isn't always just straight up. But eventually, you'll get there.

"Sometimes, I had to take it a week, or a day, or hell, even just ten seconds at a time. But the pain subsides, and you finally get to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And fucks sake, that is probably the best feeling in the entire world!" My voice cracks just a bit, but I don't even try to hide it. This is going to be completely raw and unedited, because that's just how life is.

"And, you know, I just want to let you guys know, it does get better. You don't need to move across the country to do so, either. You just have to make your own journey. Make your life your own."

I add the intro and outro to the beginning and end of the video, and watch it through. My heart flutters with every happy memory that flicks through the screen, the smile creeping on my lips only growing wider by the second. Pressure continues to build behind my eyes, but I know it's from joy, not sadness, and that's how I know the video is complete.

Luckily, today just so happens to be the exact six month mark, and I start uploading the video. I know it's already a little obvious that Dan, Phil and I are friends, but I'm still a little nervous for the reaction of me so blatantly admitting to it with no context, really. Once the video is posted, I close my laptop, leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes. Time to see what kind of shit storm I might've just formed.

After a few minutes of scrolling through my phone, notification after notification from YouTube keep popping up from the top of my screen. I can't hold myself back anymore, and walk to my laptop, opening the comments.

Aw, ur so cute! Your content is amazing

So your friends with Dan and Phil? Why can't you just address it

Bc they don't owe us an explanation. It's their life not ours

I smile. I'm slightly surprised at how positive people were being, and a large weight has seemed to come off my chest. Even if more negative comments come my way, at least I know there's at least a couple people supporting me. I lean back in my head, a stupid grin spreading from ear to ear.

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Have you looked at your video??

My phone suddenly pings from a text from Dodie. It's been a few hours since I've uploaded the video, and I was in the middle of making a quesadilla.

I panic, since I hadn't really checked on the video, especially the comment section. I pull the pan off the stove, assuming it's probably good enough, and jog to my room, opening my laptop.

Five hundred thousand views. Thousands of comments.

"Holy fucking hell..." None if my videos have even blown up like this. But why?

This video made my day. I love you so much

This is so positive!

I can't believe you uploaded this, in a good way. You're great

My heart flutters happily, as I continue scrolling through the comments, positivity after positivity. With the very few negative ones that have come up, there are at least ten people coming to my defense. I giggle childishly. Sappiness sells.

@danielhowell mentioned you in a tweet

@amazingphil retweeted a tweet you were mentioned in

@johngreen liked a tweet you were mentioned in

@shanedawson liked a tweet you were mentioned in

@shanedawson is now following you

@shanedawson mention you in a tweet

I nearly drop my phone, squealing in joy. Shane fucking Dawson not only follows me, but knows who I am!

I've received notification after notification from Instagram, Twitter, and YouTube. I had only uploaded a single video around seven hours ago. I quickly go on Twitter, wanting to see what Shane Dawson had said.

Dan made a tweet, linking my video and congratulating me on it. Shane Dawson had retweeted it, saying; Congratulations to @(your username) not only for taking life by the balls and making her life her own, but also for making a video with so much positivity, especially needed in the society we life in today.

The smile on my face grows even wider, my body filled with the warmth of happiness.

Day 11: Stuttgart, Germany

One and a half million views. Over a hundred thousand new subscribers. I don't know how long it would've taken to scroll through the notifications on my phone, as I had given up after about thirty seconds.

"I can't believe this!" Dodie shouts giddily, sitting at the island while I make us each a cup of coffee. "You're, like, everywhere right now!"

I smile sheepishly. "This is fucking crazy," I reply.

"Oh, my God!" Dodie clamps a hand over her mouth, and I rush to her side. "You're number forty three on the trending page?"

"Wait, what?" I grab her phone out of her hand, which was just playing my video. And sure enough, right above the title, it says it in blue lettering.

"Oh, my god!" I squeal.

"I know!" Dodie and I wrap our arms around each other, laughing giddily.

"This is so fucking surreal," I sigh, smiling giddily.

Dodie grins at me, then her face light up. "We're gonna go celebrate!"

My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "It's only ten in the afternoon."

"So what? It's called an early start!" I only roll
my eyes as she runs to her room, and decide to get ready.

I don't really know what 'celebrating' entails, so I dress in a lacy black dress that could be used in any occasion. After pulling on some black Mary Janes, I spend a bit of time doing my makeup and hair, until I'm finally done. I check my phone, which reads 2:36. I guess Dodie was right about an early start.

I leave my room, where Dodie is leaning against the island. She's dressed in a red dress and shoes just as formal as me, which gives me ease.

"Ready to go?" She asks, sitting up.

"Yeah, but, uh, where are you planning on going?" I ask as we each grab our bags and head out of the apartment. I see Dan and Phil's apartment door just across from me, and a heavy weight forms in my second. However, I'm able to brush it away just as fast as it came.

"I texted Evan and a few of my other friends, and we're all gonna meet at this cool club around eight," she answers as we jog down the stairs and exit the building. "And until then, well, I don't know what we're doing, but that's what makes it fun. The possibilities are endless, and we don't have anything holding us back."

"Okay, then..." I mumble to myself. Dodie gives me a look, then we continue down the street. She links arms with me, and as I do so, my stomach rumbles.

"Hey I have an idea, let's get some food," I say.

Dodie stops and gives me a slightly astonished look. "I think that's the best idea you've ever had."

We keep walking until we come across a Mexican chain restaurant, seating ourselves. I take in the modern, bright decor as a young waitress comes up to our table, giving us each a menu.

"Hey, there! Can I start you guys off with some drinks?" She asks in a cheery voice.

"I'll have a Coke," Dodie replies politely.

"I'll have a water," I say.

"Okie dokie, I'll have those right away." She gives us another large smile, before walking away. I skim the menu, and after a few minutes, decide on a chicken burrito bowl. The waitress comes back, placing our drinks in front of us.

"Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?"

"I'm ready," I look at Dodie, who nods. We order our food, and the waitress sashays away. It only takes a little bit of time before we get our food, and even less for us to finish it. After paying, we exit the restaurant, back to the sunny street.

We spend a few hours shopping around, each carrying multiple bags. I check my phone, which reads 7:03.

"We should probably head back, so we can drop off our stuff and get to the club in time," I say, and Dodie nods. We walk the rest of the way to the apartment, drop off everything we've bought, and I quickly touch up my makeup. We finally leave, heading to the Underground.

Dodie looks at the map to figure out where we're going, and we get on a train. After around thirty minutes, it's finally our stop, and we get off, jogging up the stairs to the outside.

We walk around, Dodie mainly leading the way, as I have no idea where we're going. Finally, we come to a tall building covered in neon blue lights, a line already forming around the building. I raise my eyebrows at Dodie, but she only smiles at me.

Instead of walking toward the end of the line, we walk toward the front, and I suddenly notice Evan, along with Tessa Violet, Bertie Gilbert, and Savannah Brown, and their friend Tommy, who's not a YouTuber. Although, I'm sure he could make quite a career being an almost exact clone of young Johnny Depp.

"Hey!" Dodie rushes toward them, wrapping the each in an embrace. I'm caught off guard as each of them then turns to hug me, but I just chuckle and hug them back.

"Hey, no cutting!" Someone about seven people behind us yells, scowling toward us.

"Hey, this isn't second grade!" Dodie yells back, answered by laughs from the four of us.

Even with the line being quite long, it's still moving quite fast.

"Is it always like this?" I have to shot for anyone to hear me, not only because of the chatter around us, but also the loud music blasting from outdoor speakers.

"Usually worse," Dodie answers. "Luckily, it's a Monday, so no one's really in the mood to go clubbing."

We finally get to the front of the line, and after checking each of our IDs and stamping our hands with a black smiley face, the bouncer lets us in. I'm surprised my eardrums don't explode the second I walk in. If I thought the noise was loud outside, it's nothing like it is in here. Hip hop music blares from the walls, people dancing all around us. Luckily, the four of them are a lot taller than me, and I grab Dodie's arm as we push through the crowd, a bar seeming to appear out of no where.

"What's your poison?" Sav asks me.

"Jack and Coke," I answer a little too quickly, and give him an awkward smile. He doesn't seem to think twice about it, ordering a drink for each of us. We each down our glasses in one go, and laugh as the tingling fire reaches each of our stomachs at the same time.

"Let's go dance!" Dodie shouts above the music. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what she's saying, as I have to basically read her lips.

"I think I'm just gonna find somewhere to sit," Bertie says. Tessa and Tommy nod with him, and walk away, leaving Evan, Dodie, Savannah and I.

"Don't worry, I'll dance with you," Sav purrs to me, a slightly wicked smile on her face.

I laugh. "One sec, I just need a little more liquid courage, so I can actually let myself have fun," I joke. I order another two shots, down them in less than a few seconds, a turn back to her. As I do, Dodie and Evan disappear into the crowd. I crinkle my eyebrows together, but shove it off(bish quick disclaimer don't worry Evan and Dodie don't have a thing everything's great). Sav grabs my hand, pulling me into the crowd.

I couldn't help but notice the youthful euphoria filling me as I squeeze through the sea of people, enveloped in the smell of weed, sweat and alcohol, the haziness filling my mind. Clubbing in high school was probably one of the most positive memories. A time when I could just let myself go, forget about everything, without worrying about the consequences.

Somehow, while dancing, we run into Dodie and Evan, moving against everyone else in the crowd. The rhythm of the room melts into my body. It's a feeling of complete bliss of releasing everything, something you can't even explain, only experience.

Only god knows how much time goes by, before it's at least midnight, and I'm exhausted. We all decide to find Bertie, Tessa, and Tommy, who happen to be sitting at a booth tucked into a corner.

We hang out for about two more hours, not really doing anything interesting, just drunk rambling and whatever. After awhile, when my vision's starting to blur around the edges, we decide it's time to leave.

"It was so good seeing you!" Dodie slurs, hugging everyone. She reaches to hug me, before realizing we're both headed to the same place.

We finally leave, swaying down the street until we can find a cab. Hopping in, Dodie struggles to remember our address, until I'm eventually the one to tell him. We giggle hysterically at absolutely nothing as the driver heads through the city, finally pulling up at our apartment.

"Thank you!" Dodie yells sweetly to the driver, who just laughs as I pay him. We have to hold onto each other as we climb up the stairs, and it takes a hot second to unlock the door, tumbling in. I'm staring to regret the last few drinks I had toward the end of the night, but then again, I don't really care.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as she pours herself another drink.

"I'm just trying to get on your level," she jokes. I only now realize I am a ton more drunk than she is, but I only giggle. I'll leave it until tomorrow morning to regret it.

I'm pretty sure we stay up a lot later, but I don't remember anything after that point.

Day 12: Warsaw, Poland

Of course, I wake up to a screaming headache at around two in the morning. Dan and I don't really text, and I spend the day cradling a hangover.

Day 13: Kraków, Poland

About as eventful as the day before.

Day 14: Bucharest, Romania

"Hey. I miss you."

"I miss you, too." Dan and I are on the phone at about six in the morning. It's eight where he is, and this is the only free time he's going to have for the rest of the day. I normally wouldn't wake up this early for anything, but considering I hadn't spoken to him in two days, I had to. "How has the tour been going?"

"Awesome, really," he replies. "You were right about it flying by. However, I have no idea how anyone could handle being this busy all the time. I miss my bed."

I laugh. "I miss your bed, too. It's, like, ten times more comfortable than mine. Your apartment door just mocks me every time I leave my place," I joke.

"Well, when I get back, I'm probably gonna sleep for a week, but I guess you can join me."

"You guess?" I laugh.

"Okay, fine, I would really love for you to join me."

"You better."

After hanging up with Dan, out of curiosity, I look up recordings of his show that have been posted on YouTube. Of course, I laugh throughout all of them, but it's a bittersweet thing. As I close my laptop, I only miss him more,

Day 15: Craiova, Romania

Nothing really happens. I film and upload a video, and am surprised at how fast the likes and comments flow in, forgetting about the growth of my channel from the last vid.

Halfway there.

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Holy shit so much stuff happens in this chapter it's kinda weird, but it's super fun to write, so whatever. Sorry this chapter took, like, eight days, but that definitely will be something pretty rare, and I just had a very hectic last few days. However, I definitely should be posting a lot more. Love you, see you later 💜