AN: IDK what I'm doing. here have a picture of this rock I called Erica.
Phil's POV
im fine.
its ok.
im not gonna pass out.
why.
why is dan next to me?
dan doesn't like me anymore.
he told me so.
he told me to "piss off" yesterday.
im such a screwup.
im a burden.
im an asshole really.
i mean im almost 30 and i act like a 4 year old.
its raining now.
i like the water.
it sticks to other objects and itself.
kinda like people.
stick onto windows.
but stick together or else you dont move.
but what I really love about rain, is the clouds.
in the morning, you cant separate the pink and the orange.
one side of the sky is a dark purple and the other is a sherbet color.
but when it rains.
the clouds are grey.
they clump up until they can't hold the water drops anyone.
kinda like people.
i can hear dan breathing.
I can feel dan breathing.
up.
down.
up.
down.
he snores lightly.
i really like moments like this.
where your body involuntary does things.
what naturally youre made to do.
his hair.
its so soft.
i can feel it against my cheeks, brushing ever so slightly over my face.
then he moves.
i hold my breath.
i dont know what to say.
i should just make breakfast.
he mumbles something.
i can't make it out.
"What?"
" I asked if you were up but I guess you are."
"Oh."
he turns around.
were face to face.
nose against nose.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
i like the rain.
i like the clouds.
and i like dan howell.
