The Sock Fic (A Phan Story)

ONE - Dan's POV

I upload the video and sigh. I had this feeling every time I did a new video. I genuinely have no life. Everone thinks that I'm a hilarious, hot guy who makes amazing videos and that I must have an amzing life. But that's not true.

I try to make a joke out of it on my channel but really I feel like I have nothing. I can barely talk to people. I know there are some out there who would laugh if I said that - I have and they did laugh. But going out onto the street every day knowing that I can't look someone in the eye and have a normal conversation or that I'm really not the amazing person my subscribers think I am, I'm just a normal person like them... It just leaves me like I'm nothing.

In the whole run of life, I have nothing. I am nothing.

I breathe in through my nose, a couple of warm drops rolling down my cheeks.

Then I feel a squeeze around my body. Phil is there, just hugging me, not saying anything, just being there for me. I hug him back.

"I'm always here for you," he whispers in my ear.

I open my eyes, looking at the screen, returning to harsh reality. I always thought it was ironic that people all over the planet think that me and Phil are destined to be but I can't even tell him my thoughts. He's my best and only friend, really. I want it to be more than that, and so do hundreds, if not thousands over the world. But we're not. To the disappointment of so many. Including me.

Oh, Phil. Help. Please.

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I would briefly like to say that this has no oranges in it and will not be fucked up so please don't be repelled by the 'THE [sock] FIC' as it will be nice and binine, not creepy or 'physical'.