His name is Daniel James Howell. Well, he prefers to be called Dan. So lets respect that and just call him "Dan".
Dan Howell, a boring 16 (and a half!) year old in this messed up world of feminism, homo/transphobic asshats, politics, and superwholocks littering the place more than you know, frankly did not think he belonged in here. He simply did not fit in how so.
Dan was 'okay'. He wasnt 'great', and yet he wasnt 'terrible'. He was 'okay'. He knew that himself, but never knew the whole idea of the word (term) 'okay'. He never knew anyone who could tell him the entire story of how he was labled with 'okay'. Might as well just write it down on his forehead with a permanent sharpie, because everybody knew about it.
Moving on, Dan was... Uninteresting. He was [highkey] sarcastic and not much of conversationalist. Not to mention the snarky comments he constantly makes during class. He only had two friends he could talk to without sounding like he was only 10% awake because he found people to be a bore, and those two happened to be none other than Chris Kendall and PJ Liguori.
Lee-goo-ree? Lee-gu-ri? Li-go-re? Li— forget it.
What matters is the first name anyways, because remember! This isnt a japanese fanfiction made by a try-hard weeaboo. Not that thats a bad thing, though.
Dan was doodling in the far left corner where his usual seat was cited. He was doodling his OC "Dil" who he based off of him. Listens to Fall Out Boy? Check! Dil shall be drawn with a My Chemical Romance tee and the album cover of "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" because he was that emo. Wears a lot of black to cover up his awkward personality? Check! Lets give him a monochrome set of pajamas with bunny slippers. Never can be too old for that phenomenon known as the 'Fluffy bedroom slippers'. Is a clumsy fuck and drops his dishes a lot and cannot cook to save his life? Check! Lets just say that Dan has been in too many kitchen accidents for someone like him. Far too many. 'You'll never get away with this, Canadian pancake batter'! Dan thought to himself in a dramatic voice and quickly wrote it down in the thought bubble which was connected to Dil's head just as he was getting to the scene where Dil drops yet another bowl of batter.
All was well, doodling a 'A Day in a Life of Dil' by Dan Howell, and Dan's classmates talking about god-knows-what when this someone in particular walked in his class one day and disrupted Howell's peaceful mind.
On with the point, his name was Philip Lester. Philip Michael Lester, to be exact. He had this strange bubbly aura around him that people could not quite pin-point. Preferred to be called "Phil", he was the splash of color added to Dan's grey and gloomy world.
New book huzzah will this get unpublished or nah
I made this fucking cover art on mobile haha im dead son;
p.s. I promise ill try to make a better cover soon and ill edit/start working on the 2nd chapter as soon as I get back from Japan!! smol bean gets v excited over snow and anime bc smol bean is a weeb and doesnt have snow in their country okay I just figured I needed to upload something during winter break and btw *throws candy canes at you* MERRY CHRISTMAS (or whatever you celebrate :^)) AND HAPPY NEW YEAR u boiled potato go get a sugar cookie or something stay safe and warm ya'll dont freeze yo titties off goodbye
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The Anatomy Of Phil Lester ➳ phan
Hayran Kurgu"Lets make like a banana and split!" That was the first thing Phil Lester ever said to Dan Howell. Phil was a strange guy. A very strange one. And it was no wonder as to why Phil was 106 out of Dan's of 99 problems
