After buying a few outfits from the store, and allowing Phil to go to my former apartment and get my stuff for me and a somewhat strange plane ride and a very long, arduous walk up several stairs we had finally made it to Phil's flat. He got out his keys, unlocked the door and we walked in, Phil carrying my luggage after insisting upon it for so long. I walked in taking in everything. This was definitely Phil's place.

"I'll just show you to my room, we can put your stuff there for now." Phil said taking me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head, following him through the halls as he took me to his room. We walked in, and my jaw opened in surprise. It looked just like his room back in manchester, it was like he had simply transported his room set it on the floor of the flat.

"You can put your clothes in the closet if you want, do you need any help unpacking?" He asked me looking down at the two bags I had brought with me from America. I know two bags isn't much when you are completely moving, but I wasn't much of priss, I didn't overpack and I didn't need much to survive.

"You still have the epic dance party theme music?" I asked giving him a smirk, remembering our childhood when we used to go over to each other's houses and have an epic dance party. It was a ritual we had started in sixth grade after I had had a particularly bad day at school. Phil had turned on a music list of songs with a mix of songs we both liked, he had grabbed two suckers and we had had the most epic dance battle ever. It was our thing from then on, whenever one of us were upset, or we had to clean one of our rooms we always had our epic dance music with us ready to be played.

He smiled at me, and pulled out his phone.

"Of course! I never ever deleted it." He told me setting the phone up with his speakers. I grabbed two suckers from my bag, a strawberry one for me and a watermelon one for him. I tossed it at him and after years of setting up dance parties he caught it with ease, even with his clumsy nature. Paramore started to play as we unwrapped our suckers and popped them into our mouths, grabbing two separate bags and placing them on the bed in sync. We continued to unpack while music played, from Muse to Panic! At the Disco all the way to Queen, until finally we were done and we then proceeded to have an epic dance battle, mouthing along with the words and using whatever we could find in our reach as a microphone. After totally winning our dance battle, me and Phil proceeded to jump on his bed, screaming the lyrics to the songs at the top of our lungs. We were so loud in fact that we didn't hear the door of the apartment opening, or the sound of another person entering the apartment, until we turned to the door of Phil's door opening. A guy that looked like Phil but more emo walked in. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes that seemed upset.

"What the hell is going on here?" The guy answered as both Phil and I bounced into sitting position simultaneously.

"We're having a dance party." Phil replied with a huge smile, causing me to laugh at how funny this situation was. He had walked in on a twenty six year old man-boy and a twenty five year old girl jumping up and down on a bed singing. We were like two kids at a sleepover. I bounced off the bed and turned the music off, turning to smile at the guy.

"I'm Lilian." I told him, jumping on the bed as Phil laughed at me.

"Wow Lils, could you be any more vague?" Phil stated, smiling up at me.

"Okay, fine. Hello, my name is Lilian. I like dolphins, the color blue, and pancakes, so ever nice to meet you." I said, still jumping, nearly landing on Phil once in awhile.

"Dating show intro this time, a throwback, nice!" Phil stated reminiscing on the many times that this exact situation had happened in the past. It was always like this because I always so bad at introductions Phil had helped me.

"Dan, remember how I made that abrupt trip to Washington out of nowhere?" Phil asked him. So this was the dan that Phil was talking about.

"Yeah. You said something about needing to be there for a friend?" Dan questioned. "I assume that this is the friend you were talking about." He summed up.

"Yeah. I went to get Lils, she needs to stay with us for the time being." Phil replied.

"Wow, you didn't even tell him you were leaving, what a friend." I said sarcastically, smirking at the pair of them. They were like an old married couple. It was kind of cute actually.

"Hey! I'm the best friend ever! I'm an amazing friend." He whined pulling my leg as I jumped, causing me to trip and faceplant onto the bed. I looked up and glared at him, pushing him promptly off the bed. He landed with a thud and i heard the sounds of the guy laughing.

"Oi!" Phil stated looking at him, I leant on my hands and looked down at him.

"You deserved it and you know it. You could have hurt me and made the injuries worse." I said, looking at him, his mouth slightly open as I predicted exactly what he was going to say next. We then proceeded to have a whole conversation with simply looks. I don't quite know how or when we managed to perfect this, but ever since we were in fifth year we seemed to understand exactly what the other person was saying without saying anything. We just knew each other too well.

"Fine you win. I'm sorry." Phil finally said, giving me an upset frown.

"Did you guys just use telepathy?" Dan asked with an amused smile.

"I wish. However, that isn't the case and I'm just as ordinary as any other person in the world." I stated. "It's a thing we could do since we were younger, We've communicated using for looks for as long as I can remember. It's cool, it's like a superpower!" Phil explained, throwing his hands up like an excited child.

"Whatever you say Phil, i'm gonna go make some tea. You guys want anything?" Dan replied laughing at Phil's antics.

"I'll come with you, I need to start making dinner fry good?" Phil asked, looking back at me after replying to Dan. Getting up from off the floor.

"Yupper. I'll just lay here and contemplate life. Have fun!" I said, smiling up at him. It was always an inside joke of ours, ever since I was younger I was always a daydreamer. So was Phil, but it was always much worse for me. I always would think about my life in it's entirety and dream it all out to the last detail as if I were living it, and usually most of it was about my death. Phil would joke and say I was a fortune teller of some sort and that I was having visions and I'd just say that I was worrying about death like every other person in the world.

"Don't forget the iconic thinking music this time." He replied retriving his phone and throwing it over to me along with a pair of my favorite headphones.

"Still on list three?" I questioned looking up at him with a glimmer in my eyes.

"Of course. I'd never get rid of the best music in the history of the world!" He exclaimed with a laugh, following Dan out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I plugged in the phone surrounding myself in soothing bliss.