Dan was a good guy, right? He agitatedly paced around his room - ignoring the trail of clutter he was leaving in his wake (and the hiccuping sobs - or where they laughs? - coming from the dorm across from his). It's not as if he didn't WANT to help. He was more worried about screwing things up, making a insensitive comment, or just choking on his words. First impressions were important: he didn't want whoever lived across the hall to think he was a complete and utter idiot.
"That's it Dan." He muttered to himself. "Just go over there and introduce yourself, it'll be over before you know it." He continued while frantically playing with a lose thread from his jeans.
Dan braced himself, opened his door and ventured across the hall.
The sobs seemed to sound more like laughs. "Shit." He thought. "What if they where just laughing?" "They could be high," Dan considered. He then came to realize two things: if his new neigbour DID turn out to be high, that just made Dan's situation all-the-more nerve-wracking and secondly, he'd been standing outside the door for at least five minutes; plotting ridiculous scenarios in his head.
He knocked on the door (knocked once more, in case whoever was inside failed to hear him) and the pushed open the door (unsuccessfully, might I add - it took him three attempts to get it open). "Not a good start, Dan." He muttered under his breath.
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Phanboy
FanfictionThe socially awkward and reculsive Dan Howell has just started college and has no idea what to do with his life, and is struggling to find (and accept himself). That is, until he befriends the charismatic and bubbly Phil Lester, who loves animals, h...
