Prepare yourselves, ladies and gentle germs, to read the biggest cliché ever. (But who doesn't love a cliché ever once in awhile?)

Danisnotonfire x OC and AmazingPhil x OC, hope you like! Or the Llama's will pee on you as you fall into slumber.

Shout out: To my friend Elizabeth who's my only other friend that loves Dan, may the world bake you Delia Smith pancakes on pancake day (which American's should have).

For her 21st birthday, Lillian Peter's friends threw her the best party known to human kind. Literally. Lillian's "job" was having an internet vlog, giving her opinions on different YouTube channels. And two years before the party, she had found a specific channel, danisnotonfire. Everyone, honest to god everyone, knew she was in love with him. Even though she never actually met him. anyway, that's the reason why her friends threw her a Dan-themed birthday. Complete with Llama's (not real ones), R- Pat/Justin Beiber/The Queen masks, cat whiskers, and Delia Smith.

"Ok," her friend Harper said when it was her turn to give Lillian's present, "My present is that tomorrow we're going on a road trip, though I can't tell you where to." she smiled and pulled Lillian's Llama hat over her eyes

"Why?" Lillian whined, pulling the hat back into place. Lillian was about 5'5", but always either wore shoes with a heel or her Union Jack sneakers. Her hair was a light brown color, but she had died blonde streaks in it since she was 13, and side swoop bangs that almost covered her right eye. Lillian's eye color was sort of a light green, grass sort of color. And for her birthday, her pale face had cat whiskers drawn on in Expo marker because it's easier to get off than Sharpie (though nowhere near as good quality). "Am I gunna like it?" she asked

"Trust me, you'll love it." Harper smiled to herself when Lillian wasn't looking. I'm a fucking genius, she though.

… … … …

Harper and Lillian drove throughout Manchester in possibly the best car ever (a bright orange convertible Volks Wagon Beetle), blasting My Chemical Romance. And, obviously, they knew ever word to every song. Harper looked over at her friend who was looking out the window in sweet ignorance. For the first time in about a month, cat whiskers were absent from her face. She was quite proud. The car turned onto a street that didn't seem to be very… significant. There was really nothing there besides buildings, which you couldn't tell if they were business or apartment.

"Harper…?" Lillian asked suspiciously, "Where are you taking me?"

"I just wanted to stop by an old friend's house." Harper responded, trying not to smile. Her friend whined, rolled her eyes, the whole ordeal, though got no response.

"It won't be that bad, I promise." Harper said as they walked through the corridors of the apartment building. "He's really nice, you'd like him actually, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want."

Lillian shrugged, "The present must be really good for you to be able to confidently pull this off." She said.

And holy shit was she right.

Harper knocked on the beige door before them. A bit of ruckus came from behind the door before the click of the door handle. Lillian bit her tongue so hard it was about to bleed. A boy a few years older than her with pale skin (paler than hers), crystal blue eyes, and black swoop hair opened the door and hugged Harper when he saw her. Lillian was way too close to screaming as they talked, remembering the good times they had together years ago. Even though she had no idea what they were talking about, she was just happy Phil Lester was standing in front of her.

"Oh Phil," Harper said, "This is my friend Lillian."

"Hi it's nice to meet you." Phil smiled as he waved at her.

Lillian died a bit inside.

"I- it's nice to meet you too." She stuttered slightly. But not too noticeably. She was just naturally socially awkward she would have stuttered even if it wasn't PHIL BLOODY LESTER! Side note: Mind=Blown.

"Here come inside." He said opening the door all the way.

Lillian's heart sky rocketed. It really looked exactly like in their videos, including the breakfast bar which looked exactly the same, so it was easy to assume they never did use it. The two girls stared at the view of Manchester out of the balcony door as Phil turned off his video game. As she sat down, Lillian was about a second away from passing out. For most of the conversation, she stayed silent. Mostly because she felt like if she stopped clinching her jaws together, grinding her teeth down the little nubs, she'd puke. She was just no nervous.

"Phil, you will never guess what I did to publicly embarrass myself today."

Lillian's eyes widened. Holy shit, she thought. Do. Not. Fangirl. Alright Lillian, here's the plan: act as casual as possible, don't even acknowledge the fact that they are internet superstars. Just pretend that they're normal people. Then when you and Harper are about to leave, just casually say, "by the way, I love your videos". Yes, that should be good. And it would work especially well because she's probably never see them again. But acting normal, not so easy when you're in the apartment of the two boys you've been obsessing over for the past 2 years. Challenge resentfully and forcefully accepted.

"Dan!" Phil said. Harper and I turned. I suppose he wouldn't have said that if he still wasn't looking at his Iphone, looking a whole shitload of adorable. "Dan put your phone away." Phil said looking quite stern

"Why?" he asked, his brown eyes still glued to the screen. Lillian bit her lip, trying not to smile to bright. "Shit!" he yelled at his phone and put it in his pocket. His eyes widened when he saw them sitting on the couch, "Oh…" he said, "Phil! Why didn't you say anything!"

"I tried!" Phil said helplessly. "Dan this is my friend Harper from college and her friend Lillian." We both smiled at Dan and said our hellos. Lillian could see Harper looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She started to get the feeling that this was the birthday present

"It's nice to meet you guys." Dan said smiling, his adorable dimples showing. Which only made Lillian smile wider. Dan looked at her T-shirt and smiled, "Nice My chemical Romance shirt, by the way."

"Oh, thanks." She said looking down at her shirt as well. It was just the Black Parade album cover. It was pretty old, and she had more detailed ones. Really, the only reason she kept it was because it was the first T-shirt she ever made. Yes, her real job, the one that paid her, was designing and selling T-shirts online, because the internet is serious business. "It's pretty old and I've made better one's since." She shrugged

"You made that?" he asked, his chocolate eyes widening. Lillian nodded, blushing slightly. "Holy shit! That's amazing."

"Thanks." She said, "Though it's nothing really." Harper scoffed and nudged her side with her elbow

"Oh please." She said, "Lillian's got hundreds of people sending her custom ordered T-shirt for her to make and send them. She's a legend." Not as much of a legend as Dan and Phil, Lillian though. She glared at her friend out of the corner of her eye. Is it not enough of a health hazard to be within 20 feet of Dan and Phil, but then to be made out to be some big T-shirt god, it was going to kill her.

"Well I'll make sure to order one." Dan said smiling

"Dan," Phil said pointing between Dan's eyes, "Don't do the wink."

"Shut the fuck up Phil!" Phil laughed as Dan smacked him

"After having a High School Musical marathon," Phil explained (As if Lillian didn't already know), "Dan started doing the Troy wink at awkward moments." Phil's giggles returned as Dan gave him the look of death.

… … … …

After eating dinner at Dan and Phil's house, Lillian and Harper were getting ready to leave. Lillian's stomach ached as she realized two things. 1. She was never going to see them again. And 2. She was going to tell them she was a huge fan. So they made their way to the door and gave out goodbye hugs (which killed Lillian even more). As she stepped out of the doorway, Lillian literally opened her mouth to say "By the way, I love your videos" when Phil said:

"See you guys tomorrow!"

So that killed the plan.