"good morning boys" phils mom said when we walked into the small kitchen, she was making pancakes.
"morning" dan and phil almost at the same time.
"now i wanna know a little more about you, dan" she smiled softly.
"sure" i have a depression that ive been dealing with since 4th grade, i have an addiction to alcohol but im underage so i get it from dealers, my family doesnt give two shits about me, they probably dont even know im not home right now. i look like i would fuck your shit up but in reality i just want someone to love me for once in my fucking life.
"i go to high school and im doing my best, i am probably more gay than phil" i giggled. "i like to play the piano"
"hey you never told me that" phil said.
"yeah yeah i know" i laughed. "anyway, i dont have the most caring parents really"
"oh no sweetheart, just know im always here" she said and looked at me with sad eyes.
"thank you"
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disclaimer: they didnt do the do, just if anyone thought that, okay gn people i hope i dont wake up ~🐝
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