Chapter 4: Vintage Misery

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A/N~ Hey guys it's Elizabeth again, Reem's been a bit busy and we haven't really been writing much but we are still a few chapters ahead so I know this isn't much of an interaction but at least it's something... No, ok. Anyways Reem and I both hope you enjoy this chapter!

~Elizabeth💕

Dan's POV

I'm startled from my uncomfortable nap, when I hear the dual tone informing me that Phil was attempting communication with me.

"Hey Si-Dan?" He asks, his voice sounding sore of fatigue. "What's a good way to cheer someone up?"

What happened to my poor Phil?

"I know what always cheers you up."

I grin and bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming at the excitement of conversing with Phil Lester.

"What would that be?" His soft voice booms through the speakers that I had set up inside here. Yet for some reason, I try to focus on his real voice. The one whose lips move in response to mine.

"Buffy marathon and pizza." I chuckle.

I can hear his excitement forming through the large metal trap.

"Thanks, Dan!" He shouts, I lose the ability to breathe as my chest tightens, in reaction to the fact that Phil was casually saying my name.

"My pleasure." I reply geekily while removing my fringe, pushing my hair back so I can focus on Phil.

"Dan what kind of pizza should I get?"

"I dunno." I respond quickly. Wow, I'm a great help.

"Get what looks good." I add in a panic.

"What looks good to you Dan?"

I jump down and turn on the front camera in response. He's all I can really think of. I know I have to make my first move eventually and if this isn't a good way, then I don't know how else to flirt from the inside of ones phone.

"Dan what was that for?" His voice asks with a bit of a shake to it.

   I rethink what I've done, it was really out there. He was probably thinking something along the lines of 'why is my phone possessed and kinda into me?' There was no going back now.

   I watch his face in awe. I can't help but notice how the lines between his eyebrows are scrunched up in confusion

"You look pretty good to me Phil..."

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