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I'm Coming Home

YEAR: 2037

[Delilah's POV]

"Hey Dilly," bear said, entering my room.
"Hi," I smiled. I was packing up some of my belongings into a bag bear brought me about a week ago; dad and Winnie still weren't home.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, I think,"
"Wan a double check?"
"What is there to check? I have my clothes, inhaler, and hats. I think I'm good,"
"Great. Let's get you outta here,"
"Let's go," I sighed.

Bear took my bag from my hands and led me out of the hospital. We waved goodbye to all my nurses and doctors; we also dropped a few thank you's, as we left.

"So, what do you wanna do?"
"I'm sorry?"
"It's your first day out of the hospital, cancer free. What do you wanna do?"
"Can we go out for breakfast?"
"Of course! Come on darling,"

He threw my stuff into the backseat and helped me into the car. He handed me his phone; I'm guessing he wants me to turn on some music.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked.
"Pick a song," he smirked.

We're soarin'

"No!" Bear laughed. "Pick another- flyin'! Change it..."
"Fine," I laughed.

Tonight we are victorious

"Now this is what I'm talking about," Bear said as he bobbed his head.
"Oh god, you're so embarrassing," I laughed.
"Champagne pouring over us!" He yelled.
"Stop!"
"All my friends we're glorious!"
"Bear-"
"Tonight we are victorious!

Oh-oh-oh,
Victorious
Oh-oh-oh

Double bubble disco queen headed to the guillotine
Skin as cool as Steve McQueen, let me be your killer king
It hurts until it stops, we will love until it's not
I'm a killing spree in white, eyes like broken Christmas lights

My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss
I know you need it, do you feel it
Drink the water, drink the wine

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Livin' like a washed-up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the Fourth of July
Until we feel alright
Until we feel alright!"

"I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve," I sang. "I taste like magic, waves that swallow quick and deep
Throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red
Fifty words for murder and I'm every one of them

My touch is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss
I know you need it, do you feel it
Drink the water, drink the wine

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Livin' like a washed-up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the Fourth of July..."

"Tonight we are victorious," we sang together. "Champagne pouring over us
All my friends we're glorious
Tonight we are victorious

Tonight we are victorious
Champagne pouring over us
All my friends we're glorious
Tonight we are victorious

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy
Livin' like a washed-up celebrity
Shooting fireworks like it's the Fourth of July
Until we feel alright
Until we feel alright

Tonight we are victorious
Champagne pouring over us
All my friends we're glorious
Tonight we are victorious!"
"See?" Bear chuckled. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked, pulling into some restaurant. "We're gonna have pancakes. Is that okay?"
"Yes!" I cheered.
"Great," he smiled. "Put your hat on and make sure you have your inhaler,"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it all," I said.
"Great, let's go,"

He pat my back and helped me into the restaurant; the waitress seemed to recognize bear, and showed us to a little booth in the corner of the diner.

"H-Hi...m-my name is Meghan. C-Can I-"
"Okay, Meghan, breathe," bear smiled. "Are you nervous? New?"
"Both," she mumbled. "I-I'm sorry...I'll get someone more experienced,"
"No," I said. "We're very kind people," I insisted.
"Yeah, we're great people to practice on. Just breathe and take your time,"
"B-But what if I mess up?"
"Honey, when I was your age, I was working at some D.I.Y store and accidentally sold an axe to a ten year old,"
"Wow...you make me feel a lot better..."
"It's what he's best at," I smiled.
"You seem familiar," she said to bear. "Hey, y'know who your dad reminds me of?"
"Who?"
"That Dan Howell guy from YouTube,"
"Y'know," I smiled. "He's married to that guy with the hair from YouTube and BBC Radio 1,"
"Hmm?"
"Phil! He married Phil!"
"Oh, I figured as much," she laughed. "After I saw the first pinof, I knew they were gay,"
"Actually," bear intruded. "I heard they were bi,"
"Oh, really? Huh, well good for them. Anyway, what can I get you?" she asked with a now calm tone in her voice.
"You have american style pancakes!" I gasped.
"I think so..."
"I'll take three blueberry pancakes," I smiled.
"American style?" she chuckled.
"Yes please,"
"And to drink?"
"Jasmine tea,"
"Will do. And for you, sir?"
"Call me Dan," he said.
"It'd be funny if your last name was Howell," she laughed.
"Howell was my original surname,"
"Wait...y-you're Dan H-Howell?"
"Was," I corrected.
"I'm sorry dear, who are you?"
"Delilah...I'm his daughter,"
"You and Phil adopted? How sweet!"
"They got a surrogate," I said.
"Wow...I'd never do that,"
"Why not?"
"Cause then you risk getting twins or something like that,"
"I am a twin," I smirked.
"So, Dan, what would you like to eat?"

***

That day, bear and I went out to eat, went to an art museum, and took a short walk through the park. When we got home, dads car was still missing; I miss him and Winnie.

"Bear," I pouted.
"Yes dear?"
"Do you know when dad's coming home?"
"He was supposed to be home a few days ago. His mum must've asked him to stay longer," he shrugged. "What do you want for dinner?"
"What do we have?"
"Well, we could order a pizza, or I could make some pasta,"
"Pasta please,"
"Coming right up," he smiled. "In like 30 minutes..."
"Fine by me," I sighed as I fell on the couch. Once I fell, Mikasa and Susan decided to join me on the couch; god, I missed them.
"Mika! Susan! Come on," bear called.
"Bear," I whined. "I was comfy!"
"Well, they have to eat,"
"Fine," I mumbled.

About twenty minutes passed before bear called me into the dining room so we could eat dinner. He made a simple pene dish with normal tomato sauce; simple and boring, just the way I like it. About ten minutes into the meal, we heard the key go into the front door; I dropped my utensils and ran to the front door.

"Dad!" I cheered as I landed in his arms.
"Hi princess," he weakly said. "How do you feel?"
"Better," I chuckled. "Hi Winnie," I said as I hugged him. "How's grandma?"

The two boys went silent.

"Winnie? Dil asked you a question,"
"Fine," he choked out. He let out a sigh and appeared to be holding back a few tears. "Grandma died..."