tears - phan AU❁ (EDITING)

0.6

no one is dealing with your demons,
meaning maybe defeating them
could be the beginning
of
your
meaning,
friend.
-"kitchen sink" twenty one pilots.
•-•

dan howell was confused. the only attention people usually gave him was bullying, or ridicule.

so when phil lester took interest in dan howell, he was nothing but confused.

dan was now at home, pondering what had happened throughout the day. he and phil had quite a few classes together, which excited dan, but made him nervous as well.

phil didn't really talk to dan at all after the whole restroom stall thing at lunch for the rest of the day, but dan could feel his eyes burning into his back more than once.

dan shook his head, then realizing how exhausted he really was. all he wanted to do was just to lie down and sleep. sleep without a worry in the world, a meaningless slumber.

sadly, dan wasn't one of those people who could just lie down and sleep in less than 2 minutes.

dan was one of those unique people that found himself thinking too much at night, thinking about every little thing that crossed his mind. he hated it, some nights it could keep him awake for hours upon hours, until he could see streaks of pink in the sky.

he often found himself able to sleep when he had some form of comfort next to him, like a stuffed animal.

dan was able to sleep slightly better with this because sleeping while holding on to something is the best way to have comfort provided. you feel as if you aren't alone, even if the object is just a little stuffed pikachu. you feel like it can protect you from the terrors that the night can bring.

and not just terrors like ghosts and evil spirits. no, not that kind of stuff at all.

dan howell hugged his stuffed animals at night to protect him from the terrors locked deep inside of his head.

•-•-•

when dan howell woke up the next morning, he looked out of his window.

the sky was a deep, dark gray, clouds littering all over it. he couldn't help but sigh. he always hoped it wouldn't rain, he walked to school most of the time.

he'd always hated rainy days, how the clouds hung over everybody, ready to thunder and pour on anyone with no hesitation.

dan hated the smell of rain, too. the sickening, watery smell that seemed to just be stuck in the air. the smell made him feel uncomfortable, like he didn't belong around anybody or anything. he felt unwelcomed to the smell of rain.

dan may have hated the look and smell of rain, but he hated the feeling of it most.

how the droplets beat and crashed on his skin, splattering in his eyes and making his clothes cling to his body uncomfortably.

dan hated how rain made him look, smell, and feel.

dan howell hated the rain.

he'd dragged himself out of bed, naturally feeling as gloomy as the sky did. he proceeded his morning routine half-heartedly, the only effort he really made that morning was straightening his hair.

every single minute dan howell lived, he seemed to be gradually getting sadder. he brushed this thought away as he pulled on a black sweatshirt and stalked out into the drizzly outdoors. he sighed and put his hood up,

starting his walk to school.

•-•-•

when phil lester woke up the next morning, he looked out of his window.

the sky may have seemed dull and boring, even sad to most people, but phil thought it was beautiful.

he'd always loved rainy days, how the clouds loomed over the sky, how they seemed to be watching down on everybody, as fascinated with humans as much as humans were as fascinated with them.

phil loved the smell of rain, too. how crisp it was, how it had its sharp, piney scent. it reminded him of loyalty, for some odd reason. he just felt safe and trusting towards the smell of rain.

phil may have loved the look and smell of the rain, but he loved the feeling of it most.

how the droplets splashed and spluttered against his skin, trickling down his cheeks and soaking his clothing. how the droplets felt like soft, affectionate little kisses from a loved one.

phil loved how the rain made him look, smell, and feel.

phil lester loved the rain.

he'd gotten out of bed with a spring in his step, and continued his regular morning routine, putting just enough effort into everything he did.

every single minute phil lester lived, he seemed to be gradually getting happier. he smiled at this thought as he pulled on a blue sweatshirt and walked out into the drizzly outdoors. he didn't put his hood up,

and got into his car.

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A/N:
hope you guys liked this!

im actually pretty happy with how this chapter turned out ::))::) so yeyeyeye

hhhave a nice night