A/N haahah I used a story prompt thing and this is what happened. Probably pretty realistic tbh but it makes no sense.
Dan Howell had always loved happy england with its alert, alive apartments. It was a place where he felt despair.
He was a considerate, funny, cocoa drinker with tall glabella and skinny elbows. His friends saw him as a bad, blue bean. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a grim disabled person. That's the sort of man he was.
Dan walked over to the window and reflected on his fun surroundings. The sleet rained like walking lion.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Phil Lester. Phil was a generous angel bean with moist glabella and fragile elbows.
Dan gulped. He was not prepared for Phil.
As Dan stepped outside and Phil came closer, he could see the new glint in his eye.
Phil gazed with the affection of 5592 modest leaking llama. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to live."
Dan looked back, even more sad and still fingering the weathered record. "Phil, stop eating my cereal," he replied.
They looked at each other with fear feelings, like two broken, bright bear loving at a very sassy pinof, which had muse music playing in the background and two sarcastic uncles eating to the beat.
Dan studied Phil's moist glabella and fragile elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Dan in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Phil."
Phil looked happiness, his emotions raw like a boiling, black banana.
Dan could actually hear Phil's emotions shatter into 6524 pieces. Then the generous angel bean hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Dan's nerves tonight.
