Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but my parents deleted my Wattpad. :'( But I'm back now :) Anyway, Enjoy!
Dan
When I reached the top if the steps, I thought I heard footsteps in my room. I ran the rest of the way and threw open the door. Nothing. I checked every corner and in every shadow, just to be sure. I stopped when I reached my window. My blinds where always drawn and the window was always shut. But now it was open, the cold air raising goosebumps on my arms. This couldn't be an animal, they can't open windows! So what could've opened my window and was smart enough to leave when or heard footsteps? It couldn't be a thief, it didn't steal anything... except...
My sketch was gone.
Phil
Why is Dan so hard to draw?
I erased my light line that was supposed to be his jawline. I heard a sharp and clear ripping sound as my paper tore from being rubbed to hard by the eraser. I threw the eraser back on my desk, frustrated. I looked at the photo of Dan again. Why was he so damn beautiful?
I starred at the photograph, trying to pinpoint the feature that made him so perfectly beautiful. Was it his dark brown hair, sloping down his forehead? Was it his pale skin, a perfect shade of tan? Was it the way he cocked his head, as if questioning the photographer? Was it his smile, the way it was so bright and happy? Was it his cute little dimples? Was it the chocolate eyes I lost myself in so much?
All of it, I finally decided. It was beautiful.
I sighed, standing up and running my hand through my boringly black hair. I walked over to the window and looked up to a sky full of stars.
Why are you making me question all that I know? Or all that I knew? Platonic? No homo?
But I already knew the answer.
I liked Dan Howell.
