After the awkwardness passed and continued walking, we finally arrived to Chris' house. Dan sighed dramatically.
"I need to do more exercise." He said and leaned on Chris' door. I shook my head and knocked on the door three times.
"Coming!" A shaky voice from inside said. I heard Chris saying something, but I couldn't make out what he said. I turned to Dan.
"Y'know, you shouldn't lean on the door." I said and crossed my arms. I heard footsteps, but it seemed as if Dan failed to notice as he didn't move away from the door.
"Why? I do what I want, I'm punk–" And that was when Chris opened the door and Dan promptly fell on the floor.
"—rock. And shut up. Don't say anything. At all." Dan said weakly when I was about to tell him I was right. Dan continued laying on the floor, not attempting to get up.
"Well, aren't you going to help?" He said seriously. I nodded. He held out his hand. I looked at it and noticed my flower crown on the floor and picked it up instead. Dan pulled a face.
Chris looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't say anything. Finally he opened his mouth.
"Are you coming in?"
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1) someone should really tell me if i make a grammatical error.
2) FILLER CHAPPIE IK IK HUSH
3) ooh, will they come in (spoilers: they will)
4) hOW THE HECK DID THIS STORY GET 1.23K VIEWS OR WHATEVER?! LIKE WHSAAJJEJHFRHJOGFBJ THSNKS SO MUCH GUYS
5) i almost died :-D (ew what is that face??)
that's all i guess, bye guys!
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Pastel Pink//Phan
FanfictionIn which a boy with pastel pink flower crowns and a boy with a dark attitude become friends to prove everyone wrong *pastel!artist!phil *punk!musician!dan
