"hi" the pastel boy happily whispered.
"hey" the punk whispered back. it was 3am after all.
"i didnt imagine you with dyed hair"
"in what way did you imagine me?" he smirked through the crappy screen.
"lets not go there shall we" he said and blushed furiously.
"oh" the other boy whispered and blushed a little too.
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excuse me, who? //phan [COMPLETED] (book #1)
Fanfiction"Text me later" I say and give him a pice of paper with my number on. "Sure, see ya" he said and winked. But little did I know that later on he dropped the paper and an unknown person picked it up. --- Dan Howell, a seventeen year old punk boy with...