••dan pov••
"I just feel like I'm a freak."
"well you aren't to me, dan."
I smile at my laptop screen. phil can always make me happy. he's the only friend I have and I've never even met him (gosh I'm a loser). I really don't have any friends at school. I'm that weird emo kid that sits in the back of the class with my earbuds always in. and my appearance doesn't help either. black jeans, black shoes, a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and a leather jacket. but it's alright. I don't need any friends. I have phil.
phil and I have never met. we don't even know what we look like (I'm a very private person and I don't want him to see me). we have a lot in common though; we both like tøp, playing video games, and browsing endlessly on the internet every day. we actually met in a group chat about llamas (go figure), and we've been best friends ever since. I think it would be amazing to meet phil one day. I wonder what he's doing right now...
