My door swung open, and a happy Phil strolled in and sat on my bed.
I had absolutely no idea how to act around him.
Part of me was mad, part of me wanted to be there for him, but majority of me was confused out of my mind.
"Hey Howell." He grinned at me. God he was adorable.
"Hi Phil." I said, staring at my sleeves.
"Are you okay? You seem upset." He said, inching closer and closer to me.
"Well, it's just.. I don't know." I sighed.
Out of nowhere, my door opened. It was my mom.
"Dan, who are you talking to?" She asked, looking around my room.
"Mom, this is Phil, he lives next door." I said, looking up from my sweater.
Phil remained silent, and my mom gave me a sigh of disapproval.
"Howell, seriously. What's wrong?" Phil asked again, but this time, in a more serious tone.
"It's nothing!" My voice cracked.
"I know something's wrong! I know you!" Phil began to crack a smile.
I began to giggle.
"Am I going to have to force it out?" Phil yelled, jumping on top of me, and tickling me in every spot imaginable.
I normally hated being tickled, but this was bliss.
"Phil!" I screamed, while the two of us laughed uncontrollably.
He was centimeters away from my lips, and I finally decided it was time to close that gap.
I did it.
Our lips moved perfectly in sync for a few minutes.
His hands were around my neck, but he slowly began to move them to my hips.
Everything felt so perfect.
But that's when I remembered why I was mad in the first place.
"Phil?" I pulled back, trembling.
"Yeah D-Dan?" He had never called me Dan before. I was always Howell.
"What happened in 1999?"
a/n: aha i'm leaving this chapter on a cliff hanger-ish but that's okay because everything going to get wild within the next few chapters ;)
i also wanna thank the people that are actually reading this because i'm almost up to 50 reads !! considering the fact i expected -4 reads this is so cool, so thank you to the people who are keeping up with this mess of a phanfic ily
ALSO!!! i started writing a new fic called happy accident and it'd mean the world to me if you guys could check it out! :)
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dance with the dead. || phan au
Fanfic"there's no other person, that i'd rather be stuck with, howell." // t.w. : cutting, suicide, depression [finished!]