Dan's P.O.V.
All I can think about is Phil, Phil, and...Phil. Ever since last night. I keep replaying the scene in my head and the more I think about it, it becomes less(and strangely more) confusing. I've just been playing a bit of some flash games to try to take my mind off of it but it isn't working.
Ding
I pick up my phone and see a text from Troye. Hm, I wonder what's it about. (T=Troye)
T - Go on Nick's Twitter right now
D - Why?
T - He tweeted something that relates to you
I go on Twitter and see something. Something bad. It's a photo from the party. Specifically me and Phil. Kissing. He wrote Don't worry. Only one of these people is a f**. And it's not Phil.
I knew it. I should've pushed him away. This is all a joke. But how did he get the photo? There was no one by the bathroom--the person who was in the bathroom after we kissed. Damn it. How could I believe him? I have too many thoughts. I just need to talk to someone.D - Please I need someone to talk to right now
SD - Sure, what's up?
D - I made a mistake and now everyone knows one of my biggest secrets
SD - What happened?
D - Everyone found out my sexuality...half of it...
SD - WHAT?! DID ANYONE HURT YOU?!
D - No...well kind of...I'm feeling a bit betrayed...kinda...not really
SD - Tell me all what happened
D - Someone took a photo of me and a guy from school kissing and tweeted it out. Turns out the guy who kissed me was pretending to like me the whole time
SD - I'm so sorry right now. I have to go
Great. Not even the person who can help me the most is going to help me.
SnowDude's P.O.V.
No way... I go on Twitter and look at the post with Dan. The similarity to his situation. We can't know each other. That's probably just a coincidence. Yeah that's it...
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Hm, I changed point of view there. I guess this was just a little filler-ish? I think I'm going to have a few of them. Maybe about two or three more?
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