~A few days later~

Phil's POV

"Hurry up, Dan!" I impatiently slam my hand on his bedroom door.

"I'm coming," he groans. "Just give me a sec."

"You've been saying that for the past hour. What are you doing in there? Y/N's going to be so annoyed."

Suddenly, his door swings open and we're face to face.

"You know, it's funny how before you knew she was your highschool sweetheart you wanted nothing to do with her."

"Shut up," I roll my eyes and begin to walk to the front door.

~Time skip~

"Hello to all my weirdos! So, I've finally gave in to your demands and have some very special guests with me today... please enter, Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph!"

I try not to giggle as she puts on a sad face. "I can't have them in my video? Aww."

It's then Dan and I jump into shot.

"But you have us, isn't that even better?" Dan says in a cheerful voice as I smile at the camera.

She sighs and rolls her eyes. "I guess you two will have to do."

~Time skip~

"Now what do you want to do?" Y/N asks, closing her laptop.

Finally. It's time for my plan.

"Do you have Mario Kart?"

Her eyes sparkle as she nods and jumps up from the couch.

"I'm (favourite character)!" She shouts.

I smile warmly at her.

Same old Y/N.

~Time skip~

"Phil, I think it's time to go." Dan slips on his shoes and rises from the couch.

"But Dan~! We haven't had our marathon yet. And I never go home without our marathon," I whine.

Y/N tilts her head.

Yes, yes. Please remember!

"Phil's right," she states. Oh my God, does she remem- "You can't leave anyone's house without having a marathon of some sort. It's just not right." Oh.

"Yeah. What she said," I frown.

"Phil, we need to go home. I've got a live show tonight and we've already been playing video games for three hours."

"Please, Dan. It's important," I beg, needing this night to succeed. Which so far, it hasn't.

He looks between the two of us, eyes unsure.

"You can do your live show in the office. I've got really good WiFi here," she says with a hopeful smile. "You guys should stay the night!" She gasps.

I shoot a look at Dan, giving him my best pleading face.

"We don't have any pyjamas," he scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh, I should have something that would fit you."

I burst into laughter at the look on Dan's face.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"You do realise the size difference between us, right?" Dan raises an eyebrow.

"Yep. I thought you would've known my habit of buying from the men's section. Y'know, because you're my 'number one fan'."

"Y/N trash number one," I mutter, earning a glare from Dan.

After giving it a bit of thought, Dan finally sighs.

"Fine, whatever. We can stay."

"Yes!" Y/N and I shout in unison, giving each other a high five.

"So what would you like to watch, Mr Lester?" Y/N strides over to her DVD collection and gestures to all the films and series she has.

I scan the collection until I spot a very familiar box set. Just what I was looking for.

"Buffy," I grin. Y/N squeals as she pulls it out.

"Yes. Isn't it just fantastic?" I nod. "Finally, someone who understands!"

"Hey, Phil? Can I talk to you?" Dan asks from behind me. I turn around and nod.

"I'll be back," I tell Y/N. "You can set it up."

I follow Dan out of the living room and to where I presume is the office.

"Phil, what are you trying to do?" He questions as he shuts the door.

"What do you mean?"

"I've heard it all, Phil. You've told me all about you and Y/N." I sigh as he continues on. "If she finds out you're trying to get her to remember, it's going to hurt her. You know what PJ said. She'll flip out if she feels pressured to remember. And it's already tough on her that she's forgotten you. She'll just feel really guilty if she doesn't remember."

"I know. I just really want her back.  I keep wanting to talk to her about our times together, like we did as children."

Dan looks at me apologetically. "I know it's hard. I'd be just like you if I suddenly woke up and forgot your existence. Minus wanting to kiss you every second, of course."

I gasp, pretending to be offended. "Wow. Rude."

"Shut up. Let's go. She doesn't like waiting."

"I'm pretty sure she's always been like that, Dan. You can't brag about being her stalker anymore."

"Why? Is that your position now?"

"Well... yes. You didn't really think that when I saw her fall of her bike all those years ago that it was just a coincidence, did you?"

"What, what?" He almost shouts.

"Nothing! Buffy time!" I quickly run into the living room, where Y/N had set up Doritos, popcorn and soda, and dumped possibly all the balnkets in her house on the small, grey couch, to avoid Dan's questions.

"Yay!" She cheers, finally pressing play. I find a clear spot of couch and sit down.

To my surprise, Y/N nudges at my arm. I hesitantly put it around her shoulders and smile as she rests her head against my chest.

"Just like old times," I mutter to myself.