"Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk
I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled"
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When the two got home, which was approximately ten minutes after the incident with Derrick, Phil sat Dan on the couch of his living room and held his hand.
"Can you tell me?"
With a mangled sob, Dan retold the events of two years ago, and didn't leave a single detail from his depiction of that night. When he had finished, they sat in silence, not sure what to say.
"I'm sorry." Phil said.
"It's not your-"
Phil leaned in, kissing Dan on the lips. Dan was surprised at first, and almost pulled back, but he found comfort in Phil's lips and his arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt safe with him.
Too bad the comfort wouldn't last long.
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Crybaby ♡ Phan
FanfictionDan Howell is a pastel crybaby. Phil Lester is a punk fuck boy. Let the games begin... ♡♡♡ {I'm bad with descriptions just read it} Note: I know Melanie Martinez is an awful person, this was written before everything came out about her.
