In Another Life (Dan and Phil X Reader)

You were curled up in a ball on your bed, hugging TABINOF, which is the position you could usually be found in these days. As a junior in high school, you didn't have money to spend freely, especially considering you still hadn't saved up enough money to get into that film writing college that interested you.
Because college was creeping up on you, waiting to attack like some kind of evil creature that wants to eat your soul, and-
Nope. Nopeity nope nope.
If you thought about the future too much you'd send yourself into an existential crisis. Anyway, you'd saved up the bit of money you'd earned from helping out at your uncle's company, and you'd dug out the cash that you hid under your mattress when you were eight years old. You'd finally been able to purchase TABINOF.
You inhaled the book in about an hour the first day you bought it, but had still refused to put it down for days. School was just too much stress to handle sometimes, and these dorky YouTubers were your saviors. Having this physical piece of them was as close as you'd get to ever actually meeting or being near Dan and Phil. Besides, lying in your bed and laughing at your favorite pages brought you comfort and significantly improved your day.
The only time you had to part with the book was during school, where you didn't dare bring it. Some popular girl would smear lipstick on it, or the guy in your math class who hated you for no apparent reason would snatch it out of your hands just to tantalize you.
Of course, YouTube was almost always available to you at school. You could go to the computer lab and watch your two favorite adorable nerds, or run through your playlist of Phil Is Not On Fire. You could squeal with fellow fans and friends in the comments or look at merchandise that you would dream about owning.
You could say your life kind of revolved around Dan and Phil. They were your world. Maybe it was an unhealthy obsession, but some days it just kept you sane. You felt like no one understood you except for those two amazing guys on the screen.
They didn't even know that you existed. And yet, if you could just pull them through the computer monitor, hug them, and say thank-you... Your life would be complete.
Your eyes flickered up from the book to your desk, where you'd carefully arranged your collection of black Sharpies and dry erase markers.
"Mom!" you called out.
Your mom walked into your room, looking concerned. "(Y/N)? Are you still laying like that?" She threw her hands up in frustration.
"Why couldn't I have a normal daughter?!"
"Mom, can you please grab that marker and draw-" you started, but froze when her words registered.
Rule #1: Never draw cat whiskers on your own face. It was just sad. But you didn't have a best friend, and your mom... No. Not like this.
"Draw?" your mom sounded confused now. "I'm not doing your homework for you, (Y/N)." "No, it's... Never mind. I got it. Thanks."
Shaking her head, your mom walked away. Sliding your bed covers over your head, you gently laid TABINOF on your carpeted bedroom floor. You knew that a lot of people in the world had worse lives than you did. People starving, people with diseases and conditions. But sometimes you just felt like you were meant for something more.