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For everybody asking, I just want to say: I put the full stops in the swear words so wattpad doesn't private my story ;-;
sorry for not updating i feel really bad :c
IN IT WE HAD TO MAKE A GENERATOR THINGIE AND I MADE ONE THAT GENERATED EXISTENTIAL CRISIS TRIGGERING QUESTIONS
Does anyone actually read these message thingies at the start?
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"So... Um," I start, "This is awkward."
"You're t-telling me..." he replies, looking up at me, meekly.
I notice he's still trembling, so I move a little closer to him. We're both sitting cross-legged on the bed, hunched over our coffees.
He looks at me again and I notice what a beautiful colour his eyes are; Like a mix of caramel and chocolate.
"Um, Phil," he whispers, softly, "A-Are you okay?"
I cough, snapping out of my trance, "Y-yeah. Fine."
I look at him again and suddenly realise we need to get ready, "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like to borrow some clothes?"
"P-please. Thank you P-Phil."
"No problem," I say, smiling and laughing a little.
What was that? Why did I do that? I mean, maybe I'm getting used to seeing him in real life? Yeah, that's it.
I walk over to my drawers, pulling them out and trying to find the darkest clothes I can. I've noticed he likes wearing black and grey.
I find a black jumper at the bottom that I haven't ever really worn before. I also grab some boxers, black jeans and socks.
Walking back over to the bed, I showed him what is picked out, "This okay? You're current outfit is quite dark and these were the blackest to things I could find in my wardrobe."
"They're p-perfect Phil, thank you."
I stand awkwardly for a minute, before realising he would probably like some privacy, "Oh, sorry, would you like to go to the bathroom? You can use the shower as well."
"T-thank you," he says nervously, taking the clothes and walking towards the door, his hands placed over his body, almost looking ashamed for something.
I grab some clothes myself, getting changed. But, I just can't stop thinking how insecure he's been looking this entire time. I suddenly realise that I still don't actually know what happened to him last night and why he was in that alley.
I can't just ask... But I don't want him to be in danger...
What do I do?
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This really shouldn't have been as short as it was, considering how long I made you guys wait... Sorry (ノ_ • )
Also, I'm going to try doing some phanart of the little scene of them sitting drinking coffee on the bed together, but I'm really bad at art so I highly doubt you guys will be seeing that.
With that in mind though, if any of you want to, you could make some phanart, of that scene or anything really. If you send it to me I'll put it in here (: That would be so cool and amazing, but people are very busy so it's fine if you can't x
Have a great day ♡(^-^)♡
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Depressed | Phan {EDITING}
Fanfiction"Phil... I'm depressed" "Oh my god, me too! I get so down in the dumps sometimes it's ju-" "No. Phil. I have depression" "Oh." ~ triggers: -self harm (cutting) -depression + depressing thoughts -suicidal though...